The pleasure is all mine, Rosamund. [She presses one hand over her heart, smiling, not the type for any formal bows herself — not simply because she's used to receiving them, rather than giving them out.] What a lovely name.

['Chunky Monkey'... who coined that? Absolutely horrible. This distaste doesn't show on Yae's face, still fixed in an expression of mild amusement.]

Rainbow Sherbert it is. The colors are quite appealing, aren't they? So vibrant, it's hard to resist wanting to devour it.

[Normal things to say. And, out of kindness (but mostly an enabling fascination, because Yae has definitely picked up that there is something strange going on with the ice cream), she moves toward the counter to prepare Rosamund a little bowl. Delicate fingers pluck up a plastic pink spoon before offering out the ice cream.]

Here you go, little one.