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That's about the gist of it.

[He tilts his head at the question.] Well, not unless you want them melted, but there are some places that make them. They were rare around your parts, huh?

[He takes another final bite, sucking on the pads of his fingers after the crumbs before wagging a decided finger.] I should take you, sometime. Call it a hunch you'll like it.

A newer indulgence, for some. Though my understanding is it was typically served in dishes, with a spoon. Are you familiar partaking of it that way?

[ It may take her a longer amount of time to fully consume her slice, and navigating her way around the crust may prove a bit awkward at first, but eventually she's wiping her fingertips clean on the napkin, clearing the grease from her hand. ]

Your instincts have served you well thus far. I'd imagine the same will hold true for that introduction, whenever it may be.

I am, yeah. But here’s a new concept for you. [Dante grins a bit wider, a little giddy that she seems interested in another of his own favorites.] These usually are served in a cup. The bigger the cup, the longer the spoon.

[He’s pulling two slices from the pie and hands the second to her.] Hey, I’m always up for a sundae. Maybe it’ll be sooner than you’re making it sound.

Exactly how much ice cream is one intended to eat in a cup of that size? [ There's only amusement in her voice, though, and maybe a bit of surprise in her expression — not only that he urges another slice into her hand, but that she takes it from him without lending it any deeper consideration, biting into the end shortly thereafter. ]

Perhaps it will be. [ She speaks upon swallowing, the smile on her mouth carrying over to her eyes. ] I find myself with almost too much time to spare, these days.

[He chuckles around his bite, feeling like he already made the sale but unable to make it even more exciting for her.] However much you want.

[There's a short pause at that admission, one where Dante looks at her thoughtfully while chewing on the pizza - delicious, delicious goodness.

He decides what the hell.] Let me know whenever you're bored, then. I'll take you there.

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