Daine shakes her head and darts an anxious glance Tim's way. There are plenty of ways for folk to shame her - no Da, and too good with animals, and looking so different from anyone else in the village - but there was no way for her to guess this might happen. He's talking as if everyone ought to know what ice cream is. Maybe everyone does if they live in larger cities, or if they're well-traveled, but Daine's neither of those things.
"No," she admits. "Not like that." Which is a bit of a fib, because she's never seen any kind of ice cream stand, and she's never even heard of ice cream. She doesn't want to admit that much, though. It would just make her sound even more a bumpkin than she probably does already.
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"No," she admits. "Not like that." Which is a bit of a fib, because she's never seen any kind of ice cream stand, and she's never even heard of ice cream. She doesn't want to admit that much, though. It would just make her sound even more a bumpkin than she probably does already.