[Plain vanilla ice cream... is amazing. It's better than cookies? It's almost as good as cinnamon rolls, and Lalli is now determined to try every non-berry flavor this place has to offer, but—hey, don't call him out like that! He doesn't enjoy anything about this place, Emil. I mean, look at his very serious face... as he eats yet another spoonful of ice cream...]
I'm not. [He Is.] I don't like it here.
[Here as in Draega, not this ice cream parlor. He'll move in here if given the chance. But... hmm. As selfish as Lalli is, the person sitting across from IS a) his one and only friend and b) one of, like, two people whose opinion he kind-of-sort-of cares about; it's why he hesitates for a moment, sticking his spoon back in a half-eaten scoop before looking back up at Emil.]
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I'm not. [He Is.] I don't like it here.
[Here as in Draega, not this ice cream parlor. He'll move in here if given the chance. But... hmm. As selfish as Lalli is, the person sitting across from IS a) his one and only friend and b) one of, like, two people whose opinion he kind-of-sort-of cares about; it's why he hesitates for a moment, sticking his spoon back in a half-eaten scoop before looking back up at Emil.]
...Do you?