Ashley blinked. He hadn't expected a 'sorry' about it. It really didn't even bother him all that much. They were more than likely going to go back anyway, and it wasn't as though he'd missed much. He was just bored for most of the rest of the time, and was still confused on what had even happened. So he shook his head, putting on a small smile. "It's nothing to be sorry about. I'm sure she's over it by now. She gets so upset about tiny things, and then she forgets about them within days," he added.
Since he was out of cookie, he decided to go back to his candy bar, unwrapping it and breaking off a small bit. But before he could put it in his mouth, he caught what sounded like a question about ice cream, which caused him to frown a bit, looking thoughtful about it.
"If... you wanna try to meet up sometime when we get back, I guess I could ask. I'm sure my father could bring me..." But would he? That was the better question. It depended on how much questioning his parents would do, and how much lying he could manage.