[He smiles a bit.] That must be it. [Or something. Spike's almost done with his popsicle by now because he WAS eating it and I totally didn't entirely forget about it for a while. He sucks the last of it off the stick, the red juice getting all over his face. Then he tosses the stick into the bucket. He's still sort of hungry for his real dinner.]
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Guess I ought to be going.