Cold and sweet could be assumed. But mango and banana, that was important information, even if it was expressed simply. There's a sudden look of longing on Ankh's face. He remembered those. He liked them. Mango especially.

And then he felt angry. Intensely so. He should be the one tasting flavors, but he isn't. He shoves the remaining ice cream bars across the table, towards Amazon, and rises to his feet with such haste that he almost tips his chair over. "They're yours. I don't want them anymore."