Melanie grins. Normally, she doesn’t think much about which human foods are the best, or the most liked. She likes to know what Newt and James enjoy, because that means she can do things like make their favorite tea if they’re tired or bring them their favorite snack if they’re sad. That’s one of the things she likes about Darrow: food isn’t hard to find, so people can have what they like best instead of just making do with whatever they can forage from ruined shops.

But that broad selection doesn’t really apply to her, and she doesn’t know enough people to concern herself with what most people like. So it isn’t until Newt suggests ice cream that she remembers how popular it is. Not so much in winter, which is probably why she didn’t think of it, herself. But it’s warm in here, and she’s never really minded the cold, so she doesn’t see why a cold snack should be a problem.

“What’s an ice cream sundae?” Melanie gawks at the sheer number of ingredients and things that Newt is magicking over to them. For someone who’s always got by on a small portions, it seems like more food than she could ever manage, even if she only had a bite of each.