All is pleasure, joy, and bliss,

Oh, to be as good a Briton as Esca. Martha grins at him--she was hoping he hadn't--and then makes her way behind the counter. "It's like cold milk, but...colder, I guess. And sweeter, and sort of solid. And you can put all sorts of things on it--they've got crushed-up biscuits here, and chocolate sauce, and fruit..." As she speaks, she finds the plastic dishes (he can graduate to cones some other time) and figures out the soft-serve machine. Twist ice cream for her, and for him--well, she'd better ask. "There're two flavours, chocolate and vanilla. Here, you can try a bit of mine and tell me which you want. Or you can have both." She hands him a spoon and the dish of twist ice cream.