Submission (#2295) Approved

Chyou sets down a small cooler, the offering of a smattering of unique (and typical) flavors of ice cream carefully protected by layers of ice tucked around each individual container. He'd spent a few days working on all of these, and he just hoped that Scooby at least would be able to eventually tell him which was her favorite. (Even if that didn't happen for a few weeks. He could remain hopeful at the very least.)