Reaching in, she snags a carton of good, old-fashioned chocolate with one hand and then holds it up with one flat palm, like she's offering him a silver platter rather than a frost-covered carton. But given the situation, the carton's probably a more welcome sight than a platter would be, anyway.

"Your wish is granted."

With the other hand, she's rummaging through the other cartons. Not particularly interested in limiting herself to one flavor. If this is going to be a crazy law-breaking ice cream raid, she wants to try a little of everything.