And Tintin remains all smiles, as the shake gets pushed away--but, there is a blush on the journalist's face. "My apologies. I think I got a bit ahead of myself." All interactions were, essentially exchanges of information--be they news reports or simple conversation. Give too much information, and you could lose the other person--instead of educate them.

"Yes. That was essentially what we had to do. Using some tablets a friend of ours had invented."

Noticing that Tintin was very absorbed in the conversation, Snowy starts to crane his neck forwards and snatch up a maraschino cherry on his master's sundae. Oh yes. It would be his.