My feet are freezing, so I stick them under Mark's legs in bed.
Mark: Your feet are icicles!
Lynn: Not ice, technically, as they are not made out of water. Lynn-cicles.
Mark: Ok, fine. Your feet are little Lynn-cicles.
Lynn: But, they're not little. Really they are big Lynn-cicles. More like icebergs. They are Lynn-bergs. But not in the "Charles" sense.
Mark: So you're not going to fly over the ocean.
Lynn: No, but I may sink some ships.