[He automatically holds out his hand to accept the sand, but once he's got it in his palm, he pauses.
You know what? No. Shepard, no. What if he gets this shit on your tongue? He's already made things worse by suggesting warm water, which has created that beautiful, flawless chincicle, he's not going to try smacking sand on top of that. Especially since the sand in question feels cold to the touch, despite its recent proximity to the stove.
Fuck sand, it's time to use biotics.]
...On second thought, I'd rather try something else.
[Brushing that sand back into the sandbox now in favor of GLOWY BLUE SPACE MAGIC. Which he has much better control over than a handful of sand. Give him your face, Shepard, this probably won't hurt He's going to try to melt off the chinsicle first, to see how that goes, before tackling the much squishier, more delicate problem of Shepard's frozen tongue.
Spirits above, he wishes Mordin were here right now.]
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You know what? No. Shepard, no. What if he gets this shit on your tongue? He's already made things worse by suggesting warm water, which has created that beautiful, flawless chincicle, he's not going to try smacking sand on top of that. Especially since the sand in question feels cold to the touch, despite its recent proximity to the stove.
Fuck sand, it's time to use biotics.]
...On second thought, I'd rather try something else.
[Brushing that sand back into the sandbox now in favor of GLOWY BLUE SPACE MAGIC. Which he has much better control over than a handful of sand.
Give him your face, Shepard, this probably won't hurtHe's going to try to melt off the chinsicle first, to see how that goes, before tackling the much squishier, more delicate problem of Shepard's frozen tongue.Spirits above, he wishes Mordin were here right now.]