"I like chocolate. Thank you." Taking the spoon, she daintily took a small spoonful and brought it to her mouth. Her movements looked dutiful, but she still smiled at the taste of it. "I just don't know any other way to be," she offered, with a shrug. "I mean, I like other kids. I like playing. My brother, he plays with me sometimes. Just...I don't always get what they think is funny or not."
She took another bite of the ice cream. "It's very good. My parents didn't let me have ice cream a lot. They always said you appreciate a treat if you don't have it too often." It sounded sing-song, like she was repeating an oft-said phrase. Still, the thought of her parents had her blinking a little, and she twisted the spoon in her hand. "I miss them." It was said quietly, so quietly. As an adult, she'd had years to come to terms with it, but for young Lunafreya, it was fresh and raw in her memory.