Ice cream does seem to be the way to go. At least...that's what Maeve's noticed. In general. It also gives her something to do with her hands. "Yeah. That's what I've been told, too."

So she starts over toward Scoops, the anxiety settling in the pit of her stomach. She's not really sure what she's going to hear, but...everything about the person that was in her chafes and she wants nothing more than to destroy her. And yet, she can't.