"Oh," Barry exhales, warming to the idea at once. Ice cream after a ride in an ice truck seems like cold on top of cold, but maybe that's why Snart has always loved it so much. He associates it with pleasant memories.

"That's really sweet." Barry doesn't remember his own grandparents - half of them were gone before his mother died, and the living felt too strange visiting the child of the man who'd supposedly killed their daughter. "How long was he around?"