"That's the cold stuff that's sweet, right?" asked Alessa, pricking her ears, "I had that a few times... after my tonsillectomy. She was nice enough to let me have ice cream. The pain was bad, but it was the most I ever ate." Alessa had very few good memories, and even that still had something bad attached to them. She then put her paw to her throat. "I don't have to have another operation to get the ice cream, do I?" she asked wearily.