"I can hear it," Elena answered, smile widening at the confirmation that ice cream was, in fact, going to be had. She twisted, scanning the area for the source of the tinkling music and then spotted the van, pulling to a stop on the other side of the park.
"There, Mr. Stefan!" She was nearly ready to take off running, slightly worried that the van would be gone if they waited. "I would like a chip-wich, please." There really wasn't anything better than ice cream sandwiched between two cookies. "And if Damon can't decide what to get, he can have some of mine."