𝕷𝒪𝑅𝒟 .

Ouch. Way to shoot the messenger for not being well-informed, and not by personal choice. (Is that... is that a rhetorical question?) A pause as he motioned to respond... only to concede— (I'd rather not prove him right.) —eyes shifting to the side. The answer would've been "no" but, alas, he had to navigate with caution.

" ...I see. " Cue a blink. " I... think I get it. " He actually didn't, but the context clues were enough to make his role in this... expedition sound important. He knew his ice cream very well, alright? Almost as if that was his job or something. How silly of Pizzelle to miss the forest for the—

" AHH!! " —boulders? Literally speaking. " R-RIGHT, RIGHT!! " By the way he suddenly broke into a sprint, like a scared cat, one would think his life depended on it!

Hindsight's 20/20. Knowing the risks now, he knew he should've asked for more pay.

Yet again, he had to admit there was a thrill to be found under such circumstances: the thrill of knowledge. His boots loudly, and comedically, squeaked as he came to a sudden stop; realizing that, yes— " ...I can't believe it. " —those ruins were real. This hypothetical fourth flavor— it had to be real! The signs were everywhere!

" Th-there... really is history behind this! " And he's all for it! He was already pulling his notepad to take further notes even. Wasn't it bizarre? The fact that such a place existed? It was. But his curiosity outweighed any potential paranoia for once.

🎩  ━⊱  Eyes  follow  as  the  excited  candy  maker  made  his  rounds  of  the  main  room.  Black  Hat  didn't  understand  the  interest  in  this--  it  was  JUST  icecream.  But   at  least  Pizzelle  could  learn  something  useful  to  get  their  through  the  upcoming  trials.  "  Good.  Familiarise  yourself  with  the  lore--  you  may  will  it.  "

The  Lord  makes  his  way  through  some  old  statues.  At  least  thats  what  they  seemed  like  from  afar.  But  upon  a  closer  inspection,  they  seemed  to  be  PEOPLE.  People  turned  into  statues  made  of  hard  chocolate.  Black  Hat  pushed  one  over  for  fun--  it  shattered  into  bits  of  chocolate  person.  "  Hm.  "  Then  his  eyes  dart  to  an  actual  statue,  holding  a  slate.  This  must  be  what  turned  them  all  to  FUDGE.

The  slate  reads,  '  FLAVOR  OF  THE  DAY  '  and  was  blank  underneath.  This  must  be  where  the  golden  scoop  comes  into  play;  the  one  Flug  told  him  about.  Blah  blah  blah,  something  about  holding  the  golden  scoop  and  solving  the  riddle  of  the  flavor  of  the  day,  blah  BLAH  BLAH--  Just  as  the  drawings  on  the  wall  Pizzelle  was  studying  depicted.

Flug  gave  him  the   tool   needed   that  they  had  stolen  for  this  job.  Black  Hat  pulls  out  a  canister  and  inside  was  the  golden  scoop.  Looks  like  Flug  put  it  in  this  glass  container  for  travel  purposes.   “  YOU. Stop sight seeing and   come   over   here.  ”     HE   wasn't   going   to   do   it  .  .  .  not   bcause   he   didn't   know   the   answer   or   anything.   He  .  .  Just   didn't   want  to.      Yeah.