"I'm not saying it, I'm implying it," Daphne grinned, offering her friend a shrug. Not like she'd ever see him again-- and he'd certainly been cute enough. It wasn't as though she was picky-- okay, no, she was definitely picky, just not in this particular arena in her life. If someone... was happy to keep things as light and airy and non-committal as she was, was not about to get clingy, and met all of her standards-- capable of carrying a conversation, attractive, charming enough not to make her regret anything-- no harm done, really.
"I'm an ice cream-aholic, what can I say." Digging in, Daphne grinned. It was true. Her self-control was usually decent enough, but... ice cream held a very special place in her heart. "You just so happen to benefit from my addiction."
Of course, her attention was completely rerouted when Tracey said that, Daphne's eyes widening as she turned to look at her friend with a brilliantly smug smile. "Oh ho, do go on. Spill."