Ghost sits on the floor behind the ice cream cart with your daughter on his knee.

"Chocolate, strawberry, mint, and vanilla. Those are your only options, stop asking for rum and raisin." Ghost bites back a chuckle as your daughter giggles.

"No, you cant have a tub instead of a cone," Ghost says with an exaggerated sigh, putting his head in his hands.

"We've been over this, babe. You only have a cone, yeah? You have a choice of four flavours, three toppings and three sauces. That's it."