Speaking of things that tremble, Jeannette's lips are a bit quivery, and it's not from the cold. She no longer has to make a conscious effort to hold her mouth open - her jaw has dropped of its own accord and seems quite content to stay ajar.

"A-ah...."

The ice cream was - fine, it was fine, sweet and creamy, but Antoinette's face is so close to hers! She can see each of the other girl's eyelashes, and they are quite fine and thick, curling appealingly, and she has never noticed such things before, and now she is feeling dreadfully negligent, as she tries to bring up a sense of Angel-sama's eyelashes, this is, suddenly, vital information, but she is certain that Angel-sama and Antoinette's eyelashes both possess their own unique charms, and oh dear, what must her face look like....

But Antoinette seems nervous, too, and that - oh, no, she would hate if that is because of her, if that is because she has been struck dumb! Jeannette must do something!

"No!" she squeaks, then realizes that's the wrong word. "Everything's....everything's fine. You're doing a....wonderful job....so please don't be....distressed...."

Jeannette has forgotten that humans need to blink.