“ You know what would be a neat flavor? “ is the question that falls from her lips with a hum as she remains perched on a set of concrete stairs, fingers lightly gripping the ice-cream cone. she’s come to find herself enjoying the dessert quite a bit of it as of late-- an old habit from when after some singularities, she’d raid the Chaldea kitchen for a pint of it when sleep evaded her some nights. and the recent destruction still has her feeling a bit restless.