[It almost was. Do you know what else had real fruit? Fruit.]

I'll pass. [He has to take another pause to cover his mouth as another fit of coughing comes on, this one lasting longer than the last, lasting long enough he has to clear his throat once it's finished.

With a sigh, he goes back to his own softening ice cream.]

If your Plan B involves more sweets, keep in mind that if I do get overweight, you'll have to adjust the cuffs and to my slower pace. Maybe that's your plan.