Closed What's the scoop?

Xaivier feels that he might finally have a good day, as he purchases his 3-scoop ice cream cone. He has loved ice cream from a young age, and even then he wasn't allowed to have more than a single scoop. But he had more freedom now, so he bought the most scoops available. He takes a big lick, getting a cold lump of ice cream on his tongue. He accidentally let it touch his gums, and it hurt a bit. He swallowed, and the stinging, cold sensation hit his brain.
"Ack- brainfreeze" He says, rubbing his temple. The cold ice cream hurt, but it tasted amazing. He licked the cone a bit, since it was melting all over his hand, and he doesn't want to have sticky hands. he begins pacing back and forth as he licks the cone, trying to stop the melty, vanilla ice cream from reaching the fingers grasping the cone. He didn't want to look stupid, but he worried that he did. But he knew that he definitely did as he tripped over a rock and his ice cream went everywhere. "Dammit.." he sighs, face and hands covered in the sticky ice cream.
"I paid 8 sickles for that.. A little help here..?"