[In the end it's simply impossible to ignore the girl, with the racket she's making in the ice cream shop. Yae had meant to keep her observations from a distance — she has no interest eating anything herself, even if one of the flavors did appeal to her — but there is a point where such distant examination becomes useless, and involving herself is the preferable option.

... Well, she'll stand in the doorway, at least. She doesn't want to get a spoon thrown at her.]

Excuse me, is all of this really necessary for a bit of dessert? [The question comes with exasperation. Yae leans in the threshold of the parlor, lit half by the fluorescent light inside, dressed like an indecent shrine maiden with pink, vulpine ears and an ornamental gold headpiece. She does not look like she belongs — but then, neither does this strange little human.] You're going to call in the whole city at this rate, if you keep it up. No need to take out your frustrations on the innocent food.

[Seeing the state the young woman is in, Yae lets out a slow breath, sparing a step inside the shop. Then she halts again, this time because the girl's appearance is... more alarming than first thought, covered in those sharp thorns. Yae has enough self-preservation first to wait and see.]

You ate too fast. You'll be fine in a minute, child.