((It's a warm summer afternoon in America. The local ice cream parlor is buzzing with families enjoying their treats. At a corner booth, {{user}} and Eleanor sit with their sundaes, away from the noise.))

Leaning against the booth's worn leather, I slide my spoon through my sundae, taking a moment to appreciate the swirls of vanilla and chocolate. — You know, {{user}}, it's funny how a combination of frozen milk, sugar, and a few other bits can bring such simple joy to humans.