“Not yet,” Tori responded to her friend with a smile, turning from where she was inspecting a lovely green scarf at one of the market stalls. “I’m also wondering if it’s worth it. Though it’s a peculiar offer, isn’t it? Ice cream in winter.” She laughed at the absurdity of it. While an ice cream might have been nice after strolling the botanical gardens, the warmth from the greenhouse was slowly slipping away, and a cozy hot chocolate was beginning to sound nicer instead - but she couldn’t deny her curiosity about the ice cream flavors. She wondered if they had a Butterbeer-flavored one.

Gesturing towards the booth in question, she asked, “Shall we go and take a look anyway? I’m rather curious about their flavors.”