Cirno hopped up and down excitedy with her hands waving in the air, "I wanna sherbet! Waddermelon! No, cherry! No wait, [i]cherry-waddermelon[/i]!"
The perpetually-scowling old man prepared the ice cream and slid it across the counter to Cirno, before glaring at Rawk.
"Three", he grunted matter-of-factly.