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Ryan took the ice cream. Read the label and gave Wilson a 'I see what you did there' look.

"Thank you, Wilson. Very fitting." It was a shame, but Ryan's sense of humor wasn't good enough to return the favour. Besides, he doubted there was any flavours able to equal the one Wilson had picked out.

Fortunately, Wilson had good taste. The flavour he picked out was a good one. Maple tended to be one of his preferred flavours and the bits of brownie was a pleasant surprise.

As the other mist hunter pulled him towards the ice cream parlour, he was trying so hard not to fumble or fail, allowing her to dance her way from the jazz, feeling a little amused by her simplicity in it all. "Such a shame, no ice-cream to go with missions, non?" He teased a little, going to walk through the little door way of the Ben-and-Jerry's.

"I may need 'elp with the list of ice cream. My English-talking is okay. Reading. . ." He strayed, giving her a little "I suck." look, before clearing his throat.

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Name tag: Pierre Laporte
Cash: 550$

"Such a shame," she echoed in agreement, trying to mimic his accent just to be a bit silly. Stormy felt her phone go off and read Gale's messages with perhaps the least amount of trepidation since she'd first arrived, even if there was still a small twist in her gut at the emoticon. Rather than answer, she decided to gesture Dorian to keep following with a bigger smile. "I'll help, don't worry! Just tell me what sort of type of ice cream you like in general. Like vanilla, or chocolate, or caramel, or fruity . . ."

She was making herself hungry just talking about it, so in the trainee went.

"You know, Gale, that sounds very unhealthy," she remarked airily, as if there hadn't been at least an hour's worth of awkward and texts going on. Her only line of defense against said awkwardness was to pretend nothing was going on at all, which . . . might not be good, but at least she looked calm. "Brainfreeze is a serious matter. Patchesssss~" Ofelia got a little wave. "You guys here for ice cream, too? I'm gonna help Dory-an here pick a flavor since he can't English well."

Three drinks probably weren't a good idea. Lawrence was lanky and thin, with very little meat on his bones to take the hit of alcohol. Newly awakened and very very low on the food front, he was already feeling rather woozy.



He didn't want this thing concerned about him, it made his skin crawl. He wanted it to be quiet.



Clenching his hands against the bartop he tried not to think about the long wicked claws. "Thankyou for the drinks Roland. I shouldn't drink. But it's already been a long day. This jumpsuit is the single most uncomfortable thing I have ever had the misfortune to wear. My own clothes were ruined."

Jerry had spent a long time staring at the bar. A very long time. Technically they were on a mission, not on vacation. But other people had gotten drinks and if he got one now then by the time trouble brewed he would be sober, right?

Don't, just don't.

This debate went on for some time.

"I believe he said something about observing... not... going off and enjoying ourselves..." He vaguely remembered the command, but not in full detail. Chester had always been the one to relay commands to him, so it felt kind of weird that he had to put more effort into paying attention... which was often a trait that would keep one alive for slightly bit longer, so he should probably learn to do this.

Needless to say, Jake was being a stick in the mud about the whole cruise thing. Fancy pants stuff just wasn't his thing. Actually, anything that required standing out wasn't his thing. Then again, he was pretty crappy at blending in also. Heck, what WAS he good at?

Somehow, he imagined even if he declined, Sherry wouldn't let him off the hook that easily, and sighed heavily.
..."Fine."

Wilson innocently smiled back at Ryan. Did he do something wrong…? OvO “You’re welcome,” he chirped happily as he took a bite out of his Neapolitan dynamite. He gladly leaned forward to listen to the other’s converse, mostly about Saya’s childhood in Japan. Smiling behind his ice cream, Wilson wondered if that meant they could just relax and drink green tea together.

As the conversation began to fizzle out, he noticed Saya looking at Tiffany’s. His attention switched between the store and Saya while he finished off his ice cream. “Where do you want to go after this?” he wondered, “Maybe take a stroll around the stores or something?” He half-nodded to the jewelry store in a not-so-subtle hint.

Location: Ben and Jerry's
Wallet: $500 cause I said so

Sherry blinked at Jake. "That might be true, but..." Sherry glanced around. "Just standing here won't exactly help us with that." Might even make them stand out a little. "Besides. I didn't put on my fancy dress just to stand here all night and wait for things to... turn bad." She'd almost said blow up...but a certain memory about a certain civilian type stopped her. She did well to hide her shiver. She really hoped nothing happened to her nice dress.

"Let's go," she glanced around, trying to focus on the fun to be had. Not the Main Lobby. It was full of music and mingling and drinks. As much fun as that might be, this was a mission, and Jake was very much against fun.

"This way." She wasn't exactly thinking when she reached out and grabbed Jake's hand. She led them towards on store that had most certainly caught her eye. Sherry had a few weaknesses. Not the least of which was jewelry.