Ice cream he can conjure up easily, though he chooses to scout out a (recently materialized) concessions cart rather than make the food simply appear in their hands. He grins, having meant to offer his hand before Jodie went ahead and took it anyway. "What kind do you like best?" he asks as they approach the cart, a too-extensive menu dominating the front. So he might have taken a few liberties and added a few extra varieties, not like that'll hurt anything.