Amelia's smile grew when he returned with two cups of ice cream. The yellow colored vanilla. Her favorite flavor. The same flavor, in fact, that they'd had the night of her birthday. She doubted she'd ever be able to eat that flavor ice cream again without thinking of Scorpius.
Scooting further up the bed in an awkward semi-crawl that caused her to giggle slightly at how ridiculous she likely looked, the Jedi took her own cup of the frozen dessert and eagerly took a bite. "Mmm," she mumbled, smiling down at the treat. She really did love this stuff. Enough that she was willing to bet some part of her would miss it when she returned home, even if she didn't remember eating it here.
Another small bite - unaware that she'd left a smudge of ice cream at the corner of her mouth - Amelia peered back at Scorpius. "Do you think we might get a moment of peace in the city before something else happens?" she asked, curious about his take on this whole Apocalypse situation... and what might next occur in this Force forsaken place.