"I don't like being scared either," he told her, wondering if that would make her feel better. He started to walk when she did. He never let go of her hand. Not even once. "Hmmm..." he thought about it and thought about it and thought about it some more. "I don't know. There are too many good flavors." Plus, they could have something he couldn't think of and he might want it, so really, he couldn't chose right at this moment. "What are you going to get?"