Cassie blinks, taken aback by the question. She'd forgotten this place had ice cream - presumably made with magic of some kind. More than that, it's the fact that he's the one asking. A warm, fluttery chill surges in her stomach at the thought of sharing ice cream with Trunks.

After a few seconds of silence, she finally answers, smiling as she does.

"...Yeah. Yeah, let's do that. Barkeep, that's two meads and two ice creams, please."