[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...