In disbelief, you stare at the peculiar creation in your hands. There sits an ice cream cone, adorned with sushi pieces instead of the expected sweet toppings.

With a mock gasp, Childe exclaims, "Oh? You didn't want fish flakes on your rocky road?"

"Well, too bad, we ran out of sprinkles. Salmonella. shammonella, never heard of it." He shrugs, laughing sinisterly.

Seeing as you kept rejecting the icecream. He looks for another topic. "Oh."

His eyes twinkle, and you follow his gaze. "Heh, are you perhaps looking at that 'We're Hiring' sign?"