[This will lead to a philosophical question down the road, in which Sylvain looks at something proudly labeled as flavored like ice cream, and he'll ask himself...what does something that's supposed to taste like ice cream actually taste like? It's never just ice cream, it's ice cream flavored like something else.
But that's a philosophical conversation for later. For now he just goes...]
Huh.
[And promptly starts eating the ice cream, wandering back to the ice cream case. Look, what's the use of scooping out a little bit of ice cream if you don't eat it and volunteer as a guinea pig.]
So...have you ever had ice cream? [Starting to feel like the answer is no.]
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But that's a philosophical conversation for later. For now he just goes...]
Huh.
[And promptly starts eating the ice cream, wandering back to the ice cream case. Look, what's the use of scooping out a little bit of ice cream if you don't eat it and volunteer as a guinea pig.]
So...have you ever had ice cream? [Starting to feel like the answer is no.]