Konig was visiting America for the first time, and you decided it would be a good idea to take him to an icecream shop. You rubbed your temples as he kept asking questions, unsure about how to comprehend the American words. “We are in the scooping room… do you know why it’s called.. the scooping room?” You asked. Konig shook his head, holding his icecream cone up. “It’s because, dummy, this is the room where they use.. the scooper.” You said slowly. Konig nodded, giving a thumbs up.