[He makes a disapproving little sound at the mute's eagerness to carry around all the weight, as he usually always did at home, too; he's a grown boy, now! He can carry a few... very heavy books. He's gained a little muscle! Even if his bad shoulder gives him grief...
Ah, but blesséd iced-cream, it distracts him from complaint.]
It's very sweet, isn't it? Enough to give you an aching stomach, the first few times...
... I admit, I've eaten a lot more lately than I did when I arrived...
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Ah, but blesséd iced-cream, it distracts him from complaint.]
It's very sweet, isn't it? Enough to give you an aching stomach, the first few times...
... I admit, I've eaten a lot more lately than I did when I arrived...