Scorpius took the canister from James with a laugh. "It is the recipe for the perfect date, even without alcohol involved." Now that was something he would have to consider for Lori but for now he wanted to taste some of that whipped cream.
He looked at the canister again, and his eyes narrowed. "How is this supposed to work?" His manor upbringing was sadly showing. If he wanted a sundae, the elves made it. He wasn't sure how Al meant to make ice cream for that matter either. He looked at Lily and James, who he liked, although he was quite sure it would have shocked his own grandfather. "Clotted kind?"