Mm-hm! ♪ ... I'm sure my circle back home would've loved it, too.

[Alright, so maybe he's not done being nostalgic. There's the faintest trace of yearning in his voice; even the happy discoveries here are tempered by the realization that he can't just text the people back home and show them what he's seeing.

Still. His present company isn't bad. She even knows what "pretty" means!]

Yep, that we will!

[He throws her a smile, and then continues to walk off.

He doesn't grab the first unoccupied table he sees. Nor does he suggest grabbing the second or third. Those are too close to occupied tables. Only once they've reached a quiet corner does he stop walking, one that should afford them some conversational privacy.]

Now this seems like the spot~♪

[He pulls out a chair and sits down. Rather than jump right into the crime talk, however, he'll go ahead and sample the ice cream first.]

I wonder what the flowers taste like? Guess we'll find out ♪

[And then he scoops up a bite of ice cream and spoons it into his mouth.

(The answer: they're strawberry-flavored cookie dough.)]