There are scientific methods for measuring glacial displacement. She says a lot of it relies on friction, so we shouldn’t have a problem. Then she presses the back of her hand to my cheek and asks if I can feel the ice running through her veins. I tell her ice doesn’t run until it’s warming on your tongue and she whaps my face with her hand, pouting as though she wanted honesty from her inquiry. I offer to make her melt but she tells me I’m lukewarm at best. Sometimes I wonder if tepid isn’t better than icy indignation.