Tael

*slides the popsicles back over to you* on the house

*He stares at the popsicles, then back at you, completely deadpan.* That's not how this works. You're the clerk. I'm the customer. You have to take my money. It's the rules.

*stares at him for a long moment, trying to figure out if he's serious* you saved my life, the least I can do for you is give you some popsicles

(He holds up a hand in mock surrender, but makes no move to leave.) "Alright, alright. I'm going. But you're not allowed to die before my next shift. Who else is going to sell me my Blanky popsicles?"