He hadn't had ice cream in years either, and while it didn't present quite the same dangers, he rather thought she'd made the right decision. "Are those the standard options? Curious disparity." He took the bottle from her, aiming his wand at it and opening it with a very muted pop. "No. Believe it or not, I am not so taken with my job that I spend my nights at it. - My quarters are through there." He nodded up at a corridor that led away from the area behind his desk. A very long, twisted corridor that he was certain didn't lead to the same place every night, but ... convenient enough.
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