[s4e20] Italian Ice -

"Coldest thing in the city," Tony replied, his voice low. "Bottom of the cup has what you're looking for. Don't let it melt."

"Lemon for the kid, Cherry for the lady," Tony said, scraping the metal paddle against the frozen block with a rhythmic shick-shick-shick . [S4E20] Italian Ice

The boy nodded, oblivious, and skipped away. Tony turned back to the ice, his face hardening. He grabbed the Blue Raspberry bottle—the signal. He poured a generous, unnecessary amount over a cup of plain ice and set it on the counter. "Coldest thing in the city," Tony replied, his voice low

The man took a bite, winced at the brain freeze, and walked back to the car. Tony picked up his rag and started wiping the counter, the rhythmic scraping of the paddle starting up again as the next kid in line stepped up. The boy nodded, oblivious, and skipped away

Little Joey grabbed his cup, his tongue already stained a radioactive yellow. "Thanks, Tony. My dad says this stuff is the only reason he doesn't move to Florida."

The sun was high, the ice was sweet, and the secrets were frozen solid.