Tim had been certain that Raylan would never waste ice cream in retaliation, so the spoon landed on his cheek, smearing the cream over his skin. The sniper blinked, quite possibly resembling a started owl, before he began to laugh.

"So that's how it is, Givens?" He teased before reaching to dip his finger tip into the melted ice cream along the side of the bowl. Fingertip armed, he was heading for an ear!