Opening his mouth, Tristan had absolutely not idea what to say or how to respond. He closed his mouth quickly, still fussing with the ring on his finger. What was he supposed to say? He didn't want to be rude, but he also didn't want to unintentionally intrude all because he couldn't keep his mouth shut about books. He licked his lips a little, hating that he felt entirely flustered for no good reason. Except that he really hadn't been invited out by many people, even if people was a little girl he suspected wanted to see more magic. And the last time he'd been to the ice cream parlour had been on Halloween with his brother and cousin. He swallowed and decided to try again.
"I do like ice cream," he said, directing his reply to the little girl. That, at least, was easy enough to respond to. "I don't want to intrude, though," he added, shifting his gaze from the little girl to her father. "I'm not especially busy at the moment, but, well, I mean, we've only just met, and we don't even know each other's names!"
Shut up, he scolded himself, pausing to take a breath.
"I'm Tristan, by the way." He stopped fidgeting a moment and extended a hand, taking a step closer to the man and his daughter.