"Ice cream," Roxy repeated, grabbing Kaelen's shirt. "I need it. I need a bowl of vanilla ice cream. Right now. Or I am going to die."
"Ice..." Kaelen scratched his head. "Cream? Like... frozen milk?"
"Yes!" Roxy nodded frantically. "With sugar! And it has to be soft! And cold! Go get it!"
"Roxy," Zarek said slowly, "I have never had that before. We have milk. But we do not have... 'ice cream'."
Roxy's face fell. Her lower lip started to wobble. The tears were coming back.
"But I want it!" she wailed. "I can taste it! Why can't I have it?!"
"We will find it!" Torian shouted immediately, terrified of the tears returning. "I will invent it!"
Torian looked at the others with wide, panicked eyes.
"What in the name of the Beast God is Ice Cream?!"
"You..." Roxy's voice trembled, her lower lip quivering like a leaf in a storm. "You don't know what it is."
