He came with the sound of breaking icecubes. Sunlight gleamed silver-quick over the planes and curves of his body and face, sparked crystalline off the ridges of his perma-frost hair.
"Boo!" he said at the end of a loop that carried him over and in front of Jean.
"Hey, kiddo," Jean said, as she cut around him. She gave the keys hanging off her index finger a whirl.
"You're going to Sam's, right?"
"Sure thing."
Shedding ice, he fell into step beside her and said, "Good."
"Coming with?"
"Yep."
"We out of candy, already?"
"Just the good stuff."