Ben and Rook walked around Undertown together, both with Tiffin-flavored ice cream in hand. They’d just finished an extensive mission from the day before, and Ben had suggested they relax for a day in order to recharge.

“I am still not quite sure how to feel about the flavoring of this dessert,” Rook admitted with a little grimace, though it didn’t prevent him from shoveling another mouthful of the sweet dessert in. As they continued to walk together, Ben held up his spoon, waving it in gesture before he spoke.

“You’ll be fine,” sighed Ben with a roll of his eyes, “It’s not like you’re gonna develop an appetite for real Tiffin.”