Mello almost drew his gun, but it was awkward in this stupid outfit and took long enough that he thought better of it before it was fully drawn. Gritting his teeth, he slowly released it and moved his hand away before he made a stupid mistake like that again. He was on edge, but most likely no one was going to shoot him here. It might upset the kids and he couldn't have that.
"It's all right," he muttered, not terribly gracefully or sincerely, and looked down at Matt. "What kind of ice cream do you want?"