Coop nods that he does as he pours a healthy amount of sprinkles over the mixed flavours in his bowl. Having moved over to the side table at this point as opposed to the floor - it's just that much easier to prepare ice cream at that height than on ground level - he perches on the edge of it and balances the bowl on one of his legs.

It's ... pretty cold, but it's fine. He woke up a while ago, anyway.

"Have you heard of the Glasgow ice cream wars?" he asks while passing her the sprinkles, figuring she'd like them about as much as he does. It's trivia time, apparently, but it was a natural connection to make in his head - Scotland and ice cream, after all.