Daine watches what he does and mimics it, carefully tearing at the wrapper surrounding her 'ice cream' and holding the thing inside by the flattened stick that pokes out of one end. She's not quite sure what to do with the wrapper itself, so she folds it as neatly as she can with just one hand and tucks it into her pocket. Then she gives the ice cream a cautious sniff. It still smells strongly of the cold interior of the 'freezer,' but there's another scent there, too, sharp and sweet. Daine raises her eyebrows, then pokes out her tongue to taste it.

Goddess. It's like nothing she's ever tasted before. Her eyes widen. "This is wondrous," she says.