Clint wasn't a huge vanilla fan. It was okay but he liked something with a bit... more. But, that was Clint. He just liked.. more. It was possibly one of his greatest failings. Not a lot satisfied him. Still, he nodded along. "I'll have the pumpkin with a scoop of chocolate and caramel sauce," he said, raising a brow when she dropped the coins on the counter. It was... oddly refreshing.
He couldn't be sure he'd never not paid when he was out with a woman. It was ingrained into him. "Really?" he said, looking at her, studying her. He could understand the importance. "First place I remember was Gringotts." That, sadly, seemed to speak volumes of his family.
"My parents weren't fond of sweets," he said, nodding his thanks when he was handed his cone. Then Lyssy had come along and Lyssy had loved ice cream and no one could deny her anything. He always thought of her when he came here. They'd spent hours here when he was home for the Hols. "Nothing really," he said, shrugging. "Good ice cream?"