For no reason, other than the fact that I don't have any (and his car is still conveniently located for going out),
xyon is heading to the store to buy my flavor of ice-cream. Let it be known that we have plenty of his ice-cream; that I'm in jammies (and, thus, not going to the store); and that he's already been handy today.
Yay! Husbands bearing ice-cream.
Lovely.