"Are you teasin' a fella with no arms?" Blythe puts on an exaggerated pout as he scoops up one of the cocoas with both hands. But he can't sustain it for long. Not when looking at Niko still gives him all kinds of squigglies in his stomach. "You know if I sprain anything else they're just gonna put me on an ice floe and shove me out on the river."