"...Chocolate?" [i]The giant of a woman would softly murmur, pointing at the option of "Chocolate".[/i] "Funny.. that's the one thing that I recognize on this. We have a baker, in the Keep, you see.. he and his wife live there, and cooked treats for us when we were little.. thank the gods for him and his hard chocolate, though. His pies were good, but those pieces of chocolate that you could break apart, they'd melt into your mouth and taste like heaven. Sorta, anyway.." [i]A few people had begun to stare at Isabella.[/i] "...So this ice cream stuff is like that?"