[ Normally he would, but her caretaker/boss doesn't seem to mind, and... well... her interest is sufficiently piqued. Mostly because, like, who does this. Who brings an ice cooler to a flower shop and wears a fake mustache.

And who—oh, she's being addressed! She'll glance to make sure her boss isn't paying attention before she goes around the counter, brushing her hands on her grey (formerly green) apron idly. ]

It's not quite hot enough in here to warrant ice cream, but if you're so insistent... then I suppose I have no choice but to say yes. [ Actually, she's been dying for a break— ] What flavors do you have?