[Oh my god, he's never had ice cream. Even the Rieze Maxians had ice cream on their side of the Schism, holy shit. Alvin recalibrates.]
It's, uhhh... well, it's kind of what it sounds like. A frozen dessert made of cream, ice, and sugar. Comes in all kinds of flavors, like chocolate, or strawberry... Kids go crazy for it.
[After a beat, he puts a hand on Will's shoulder.]
Tell you what, we're gonna get some on our way back. Promise.
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[Oh my god, he's never had ice cream. Even the Rieze Maxians had ice cream on their side of the Schism, holy shit. Alvin recalibrates.]
It's, uhhh... well, it's kind of what it sounds like. A frozen dessert made of cream, ice, and sugar. Comes in all kinds of flavors, like chocolate, or strawberry... Kids go crazy for it.
[After a beat, he puts a hand on Will's shoulder.]
Tell you what, we're gonna get some on our way back. Promise.