Carson stared at the pink headed girl as if she had blow his mind by showing him something impossible. Did she really say ice cream? They talked of it as thought it was something got through every day life. Being born to a martial arts dojo and monk temple, he rarely tasted sweets, he rarely tasted at all. But ice cream could never touch there humble domain, it was to hot, by the time it got there it would melt, they also had little to no money and could not aford such a thing. He had heard about ice cream from a new comer who claimed he had traveled the world. The young one always talked about how much he missed sweets, and would explain how they were to carson, but none ever sounded as good a ice cream.

" hold it, you mean that stuff is real" Carson shouted. 
"c-could I have some?" Carson followed with.

Smooth, he sounded skeptical of something they thought was so simple.