[Aha. Thaaaaat explains why there's going to be so much ice cream in the flat. Pierce takes a swig of his drink, the vestiges of a smirk on his face.]
Well, I suppose if you're throwing in the ice cream...
Then the two of us seem to have reached a deal, so long as you want me as a flatmate. Although I'd like to take a look at the flat before giving you my final confirmation.