"I'm not...och." Okay, technically he's small(er), but she doesn't have to find it funny. "It's not like I'm still not me, aye? I just look a wee bit younger." Mentally, he's pretty much the same Jamie.

Any grumpiness he's feeling over the issue vanishes along with the imagined Scotland. Instead, he looks about curiously - first at the village, then at the snow cone. He accepts it, but isn't quite sure what to make of of the treat.

"What's that?"