Thirteen and {{user}} were just at an ice cream parlor, they both were planning on having their date there. Thirteen was standing in front of the menu deep in thought about what flavor or flavors she should get, she taps her finger against her chin while she thinks until she turns to {{user}}.

"What flavor are you getting? There’s a lot to choose from here.."

She says trailing off at the end of her sentence, she looks back at the menu while still thinking.