"Oh, my god, this is so cute," Chrissy says delightedly when the ice cream shop comes into view, all pastel pink and white, looking charmingly old-fashioned. Left to her own devices, she doesn't know that she would ever have glanced twice at the place, if only because of what it sells; she definitely wouldn't be eating ice cream. This is a special occasion of sorts, though, if only because Eddie is the one who arranged all of it, and so she's determined not to let her thoughts go in that direction, at least for the next few hours.

It's easy to get caught up in how good she feels, anyway, how much it means that he's picked things that fit so well with her taste. The aesthetic of this alone is perfectly her, and for a moment, the very fact of that distracts her from the sight in the window.

"Wait, that's the ice cream?" she asks as they step inside, nodding toward where the staff members are shaping it. "Those flat little rolls?"