"O-ho!" Garret exclaimed in a Ring Master's voice, spinning Livvy around by the shoulders so that she was facing a shelf covered with endless jars of - "Ice Mice," he whispered by her ear, the tone soft and caressing, his breath brushing her hair so that it moved gently over her shoulder, "The delight of which can only be discovered..." his posh words really did not mesh well with his rather rough accent, the accent which was only made slightly softer by the fact that he was keeping his tones hushed, "on a hot day like today."

He released her shoulders, straightened up and reached one hand over her head to pull a jar of the Ice Mice off the shelf. After he'd measured out the amount he wanted, he stuffed it back in place and then dropped the bag of sweets on the growing pile in her arms.