"Chocolate," she repeats with mystified reverence. That's a new one, but she likes it. She bites off the corner she'd crumpled, fascinated by the mix of cold, smooth ice cream and sweet-tart little shards of chocolate softening on her tongue. It's more than a little bit messy - the bite she took caused more of the chocolate to splinter, and ice cream is starting to leak through the cracks - but it's the most delicious thing she's ever tasted. She lets out a delighted chuckle as she tries to catch the falling drops of ice cream before they reach her hand - inevitably just making the mess worse.