"What do you call this?" Nyx asks.

"My, my girl, it seems you're a little behind times." Mabe looks at me.

"She's old fashioned Mabe." I say.

"Well, this creamy concoction in a beautiful crispy cookie shaped in a unicorn's horn- is called ice cream." Mabe hands me them.

"Thanks, Mabe." I say.

Mabe relaxes.

"I made it extra special for you Goodfellow." Mabe smiles.

"Very much thanks." I say.

I hand it with Nyx. Geez Nyx, lighten up. Don't be so skeptical. This stuff is amazing. I should know I helped invent it. Kind of started out as Yeti's icy shit, but no real details. No one cares about it. This Ice cream has shaped the mortal world for centuries. Just another Goodfellow prank, if you will. 

"Well, after you." I gesture to Nyx. 

"... Okay." She takes a lick.

Her face was cold at first. Then it softens. Then her eyes light up.  A smile forms on my face. I love watching her expression shift like waves on the sand. I take a lick. Vanilla mixed with strawberry. Mabe smirks.

"Not one of your weirdest creations Mabe." I point out.

"Oh, just wait Goodfellow." Mabe tightens her brow.

Screaming fills my mouth as I feel something jumping around like a frog. Something whirling around my tongue like a tornado. Nyx jumps and something flows out her nostrils. White flowing air. Ghosts.

"I stand corrected." I cough.

"Very *cough* interesting and *cough* intense." Nyx says.

"Not a bad surprise, eh?" I nudge Nyx.

"We'll wait to discuss this later." Nyx coughs.

I turn to Mabe.

"She likes it." I whisper.