She watched as he turned her hand over, confused, though not questioning. Daphne learned not to question Harry anymore, sometimes the answer wasn't so great, although she was definitely curious. As he spoke, she looked back up at him, though he was more focused on ... her ice cream? Harry had completely lost it in her mind, though she still said nothing.
When he dropped the ice cream onto her skin, she smirked slightly and laughed as he licked it off as if he had done nothing out of the ordinary. He was sly, Harry was and Daphne definitely liked it. "Bryar is boring. Makes me think of Bryar Rabbit," she said, though still grinning at him. "Mr. Fuzzy."