A male servant walked over, carrying a dish.
"What's this?" Claude looked quizzically at the small scoops in the cup. He could feel an astonishing chill emanating from it.
Looking over at Leech, he saw that he seemed to have a cup as well.
"Ice cream," Leech said, gesturing with his hand. "Go on, try it. It's cool and refreshing, a specialty of Porcupine Territory."
"Yes."
Claude picked up his spoon, scooped up a spoonful, and put it in his mouth.
So cold and refreshing!
A coolness exploded in his stomach and climbed up his spine.
It wasn't just cool; it had a rich sweetness that lingered on his tongue.
Claude, desperate from the heat, finished the ice cream in just a few bites, yet he still wanted more.
But after finishing, he realized something was off.
What had he just eaten? Ice!
East Port had ice, and Claude himself owned a small icehouse, which had cost him a pretty penny.
