[center][color=lightblue][h2]Erika[/h2]
[IMG]http://i.imgur.com/NQLyft1.jpg[/IMG]
[i]Location: Crocus, in-town, ice cream shop
Interactions: [@Lmpkio] [/i][/color][/center]

Erika let the woman pat her on the head, as usual showing no clue of whether she minded or not, and continued to stare at her with that blank look until she took her hand. The albino child followed, eyes barely lifting when she was led despite her surprise. [color=lightblue]"I don't mean to be rude, but why are you being so kind to a stranger?"[/color] Erika spoke once they were inside the sweet smelling shop. [color=lightblue]"Honestly, I was just curious what ice cream was... I've never had it before."[/color] For someone frozen for an unknown amount of years atop a mountain, luxuries like ice cream were a foreign idea. It explained her strange obsession for little knick knacks as well.

The girl released Marlene's hand, the shiny glass of the ice cream case catching her attention. She read the flavor tags with interest, her eyes falling on one in particular. [color=lightblue]"Cookie... Dough?"[/color] Her monotone voice still managed to express her confusion, just because the syllables sounded strange coming from her mouth, like they had never been there before. Erika glanced over her shoulder at Marlene. [color=lightblue]"Miss... What's a [i]coo-kie douagh[/i]?"[/color] She sounded out with much uncertainty.