* yeah. the ice cream's got range. chocolate. vanilla. strawberry. a lot more. can't say the same for your material.
* can't promise they'll improve yours though if that’s what you’re wonderin’.
* guess it’s easy to question what other people have when you’re standin’ there empty-handed.
* could be real, could be fool’s gold… though, you seem pretty mint-al over it for someone who ain’t order any ice cream yet.
* heh... well, look who's still kickin'. ain't every day i see a familiar face. especially one like yours.
* so... you need somethin', or are you just busy givin' me the ol' stare-eotype? heh.
* yeah? flowers also spend their whole lives hopin' somebody notices 'em. guess that tracks.
* heh... just make sure ya don't leaf through the wrong part of town on the way out. wouldn't want a uh. lawnmower mistakin' ya for yard work.
* heh… one of everything? don’t worry, I get it. moderation’s a foreign concept to you.
( and sans grabs the ice cream cone, gaining a ball of ice cream of absolutely everything before giving it to susie. )
* yeah, enjoy it. don’t make it my problem after.