Reinette watched Jack as he walked away, taking in the finer details of the scene around her. The exchange for the ice cream was brief enough, and she noted that once again money was exchanged for food. It truly was not all that novel an idea, just one she needed to become accustomed to.

She pressed her mouth together slightly to keep from laughing at the sight of Jack struggling -- though it might very well be intentional -- with the sauce.

Perhaps it was not intentional at all. For Reinette found when she first tried the ice cream herself she did little better. She could feel the around her fingers as well, already compromised by the sun. But it was also delicious, and much different than the ices she was accustomed to.

"It is a good one. Which I suspect you knew."