"Pistachio? Yeah, sometimes. I dunno, I'm just not in the mood for it tonight," he shrugged. Opening the door, he let the pilot walk in first.

Fortunately, or maybe unfortunately, the strange ice cream man wasn't working today. Instead, they had an extremely disgruntled woman sitting at the counter. As the two men entered, she shot them a bored glare. "What do you want?"

Surge bristled at the rudeness, but didn't say anything. "You go first," he nodded at Goose. He stared at the case, still deciding on a flavor.