Fingers were still being waved out as he squinted. Hiccup didn't mean to prattle on like that; he wasn't even fully aware that he was doing it. "Oh, you know, cold icy lumps that could either melt or be broken apart with a hammer," was his immediate response, practically dripping with sarcasm.

He didn't mean to. It was out of habit.

As he sat himself down, he softened again, looking a little apologetic. They could eat now. "...And at least we know it still works."