Oh wait, now that he thought about it...shaved ice would be even more of a luxury during summer, wouldn't it? And that ice pedestal could make quite a lot of shaved ice bowls, maybe even enough that he could binge on it for a whole day? Or maybe, it'll even be enough for him to get brainfreeze? As he patiently chipped away at the ice pedestal, he realized that it would just be easier to carry it around with him. So instead, Chrysanthemum clipped his pruning scissors onto his belt once more, before rotating his wrists, and preparing to simply lift it up and taking it away.

But before that could happen though, Chrysanthemum realized that a small crowd had eventually gathered, followed by the arrival of some woman who stood up on the pedestal, doing some pretty ice magic for some reason. Looking up at her from below, the young flower shop owner said, in a tone that wasn't even closed to surprised or embarrassed or anything at all, [b]“Good morning. Will you be here all day? I need to buy some fruit jam, to make some shaved ice, and it would be nice if you kept it up.”[/b]