She rolled her eyes, fondly - he reminded her of Richie a little, which wasn't a bad thing. Beverly adored Richie - jury was still out if she'd end up feeling similarly about Octavio here, but she guessed she'd see. "I mean, you'd have to be a killer of joy to not want ice cream," she pointed out. Pretty much everyone loved the stuff. It was a universal rule (except if you were lactose intolerant, but that was just sad and lactose-free ice cream was a thing anyway).
Breaking off another piece of pretzel, a small piece to pop into her mouth, she nodded. Crystal blue eyes slid toward the store in question, doing a quick assessment, but she didn't really see why they couldn't go in. "Sure, why not," she nodded. "Do you have something specific you would want to find?"