It had, incidentally, been some time since Winter had sated her sweet tooth - call it childish, but she liked ice cream. With everything that had been happening lately, she just wanted to take a break from all of this weird business. And what better way than to get an ice cream cone and relax for an afternoon, maybe with a book that didn't give her weird memories and the ability to selectively speak languages she didn't understand?

With that somewhat random thought in her head, Winter found herself peering into the windows of the ice cream parlor, Raquel held in her arms, a small bag hanging from her shoulder, and a look of curiosity on her face.