This time the puff of frigid air twigs his, 'something is happening, you idiot,' radar. The kid examines the bar carefully, looking for anything out of the ordinary...

And the quickly-melting ice crystals which line his sugar bowl certainly is that.

Wait, what? Autor thinks, and jerks his stuffed-up head around, looking for the sticky-fingered culprit. What?

Setting his quill down, he immediately orders another bowl full.