[ that she finds his response amusing only causes him to blush a little harder, ducking his head in an attempt to get his thoughts together. don't lose it all now, prompto. be cool. act cool. he clears his throat softly and skirts around her to get the door. even if it takes her ten minutes to walk through, he'll stand there and hold it for her. ]

Ice cream's okay, yeah. I haven't really had it in a while, but I don't mind it so much. [ he pauses, tilting his head in an attempt to look at the menu from where he's standing. ] Especially if you can share it with someone. Maybe we could do that? [ ... ] So we don't waste it?

[ tacking that last bit on seems important because he doesn't want her thinking he's hitting on her. ]