Tigger was really good at cutting it into perfect blocks. And making ice sculptures, once I showed her how. Though I didn’t really know how to feel about the life-sized replica of me, standing triumphantly atop a pile of defeated enemies. They all had their quirks, I suppose. And really, it was a fantastic sculpture. She had even managed to make it look like I had beads of sweat rolling down my bare chest. I … I guess I should probably encourage it. It was art! She had a hobby!
