"Sensei, I'm confused. You told me that 'ice cream' melts pretty quick after you buy it."

Silvio was barely listening, too focused on enjoying his frozen treat. "Mm. Better get crackin' on yours then."

"But we've been wandering out here for a while and mine only just started getting drippy."

The pangolin paused and looked up. "You're right, my boy." Lick. "That is odd. What's your take on it?"

Henry puckered up his face in thought. "Could be that was an alien-run ice cream truck back there."

"Explain." Silvio took another lick of his mint chocolate chip.

"Well... don't you find an ice cream truck out in the middle of the desert a little suspicious? Maybe they figure we're getting too close to the truth and they fed us ice cream laced with..." he listed out the pangolin's recent lessons in his mind, "with memory-erasing nanomachines?"

Silvio evidently considered this a worthy hypothesis. He planted his cane in the dirt and steadied himself on it. If he had a free claw he'd have stroked his beard. "But the Men From Planet Omega don't possess mind control technology. If they did their pilots wouldn't still be locked up in Area 51, I can tell you that much."

"What about rock vampires?" Henry suggested. "Vega invaders?"

"We haven't done anything to piss them off lately." Lick. "No... most likely that ice cream man was a CIA agent tasked with keepin' tabs on me."

"But why would the CIA give us ice cream?" Henry suddenly became very nervous. "Is it poisoned?"

"THIS tongue—" lick "—can detect any poison, toxin, hallucinogen and truth serum known to mammalkind." Lick. "Not to mention I spent years building up immunity to them through careful mithridatic techniques. They ain't gettin' to me that way."

Henry held out his ice cream cone sideways. "Then why..."

"Maybe they're waiting to see what effects dairy products have on a dinosaur." Lick. "Ever think of that? You're probably as lactose-intolerant as they come."

He started on his way again with Henry following behind. It actually took conscious effort for the ankylosaur to walk slowly enough to allow Silvio to take the lead, though he did it as a sign of respect for his mentor.

"If I am... 'lactose-intolerant', what happens then?"

"Well that depends, but I hope you brought a change of underwear at least."

Henry stood there trying to figure that one out for long enough that Silvio really did start getting away from him. He rushed to catch up.

"Wait a minute. What's 'underwear?'"

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Wing-it sketch by  FatsOutoftheBag