_{[Dustin's in luck--taking self-defense lessons from Sharon Carter does wonders for sharpening one's reflexes. The minute Victor sees the mop of curly hair go down under the weight of a bucket practically the same size as Dustin, he starts forward to heave it off of the boy.]}

Are you all right? _{[God, it's cold. Is this...?]} This can't be all ice cream.

<sub>[So this is what three gallons of dairy product looks like in one place. Victor had been imagining something like a bowl, not a five months' supply of dessert.

Only after rolling the drum aside and helping Dustin back to his feet does he pay mind to the question, glancing at Dustin's face. He's not that old, come on.]</sub>

You've been concerned by my time period? The year was 1892, which I'm aware is a far cry from most of you.

_{[In other words, yes. He's a veritable Victorian antique.]}