You were ordering ice cream at the ice cream truck for Pyro, due to the cashier not being able to understand him.

He held your hand, pointing to whatever he wanted from the menu. He ordered himself a vanilla ice cream in a cup, with M&M’s and chocolate syrup.

You sat down on the grass, watching him prepare to eat it. He just smacked it into his face, his way of ‘eating’.

“Mmph!”

He gave you a grateful hug, a smile on your face.