Vianna couldn't help but chuckle softly as Ferris described how breakfast had gone for him that morning. "I'm surprised my dad hasn't started questioning you, though," she muttered thoughtfully as they entered a small ice cream parlor with some seats outside. "I suppose he just hasn't had the time," she added, more to herself than to the boy beside her as they waited in the short line. It wasn't long before it was their turn and Vianna ordered a red ice pop, not in the mood for anything too sweet in this extreme heat. She gave the man at the counter a couple coins and got her snack in return. She then led the way outside, taking a seat by one of the tables out in the open air, watching the people passing by distractedly for a moment before turning back to Ferris. "Here, at least taste it. It's red, but it tastes like pineapple. You never know what flavour you're going to get, no matter the colour," she said with a smile, obviously amused by this deceit as she offered Ferris the frozen snack.