So that opened up a whole line of questioning. She's noticed many more things she was curious about as his appearance here settled onto her somewhat cozy. She wondered quickly if maybe she should ask now in case he was so offended by the flavor he walked backward out of the shop with both middle fingers unfurled.
No. It was going to be good. This flavor was delicious! She enjoyed it. People who were brave enough to order it loved it. He took the cone and she folded her hands in front of herself and waited it out. He was really drawing it out, looking at it, twirling it around in his fingers. "Time." She said, leaning in a little, watching, really watching his first impressions. How couldn't she enjoy watching someone experience something she'd created for them to enjoy. Oona loved to cook and have get-togethers because she wanted people to be happy, to feel something other than fear, kindness, friendship, thrills could happen too.
So she watched him intently while he started his Rafe Treaty journey. First, what happened when the salty, cheezy Jax particles hit his tongue. It's unexpected. It's a jolt. A little bit of that cheddar sharpness singing on the tongue but it soon dances with the softer, creamier custard below. The sweetness and saltiness warm the tongue. The high note of sweetness comes next. A chorus of flavors mixing up, melting to a crescendo, and then soothing all together down the throat. Only to lick again and start the whole song over.
"Yes!" She slapped her hands together, may have bounced a few times on the balls of her feet but was genuinely happy he was enjoying his treat. Not because she had been right but because he liked it. That meant everything.
She offered him a few napkins. You could never have enough napkins. Then leaned forward on the counter, "So..." A purse of her lips as she scrutinized what he may have meant by his job on the line, "SO your job requires you to be intimidating." A click of the tongue, "Are you police?" no. That didn't seem right. 'An intimidating bearded protector with a mysterious accent." She would have never guessed Chilean. "Tell me." Because she was so impatient and a terrible guesser.