[Yae smiles at the act of gentlemanly courtesy (as well as the blush), and she doesn't keep him waiting, slipping in through the door with ease, long kosode sleeves fluttering. The interior of the shop is more garishly lit — too bright and chipper for her tastes — and the display of ice cream, without an attendant in sight, is eerie.

A pleasant, mysterious song begins to play from the jukebox in the corner. She doesn't seem bothered, stepping over to better survey the menu.]

Oh, you'd like to share with me? [If Prompto was trying to make it sound casual, Yae destroys that in a moment.] Sure, I don't see why not. Which flavor looks best? The strawberry is rather vibrant... hmm, or chocolate? I can't say I really have a preference.