[ He watches him make his selection in mild amusement and wonders how many ice cream flavors exist in the mid-1940s, as the choice Gene ends up making is fairly tame. There's time enough for him to attempt to swallow a bite of butter and lobster flavored ice cream. ]

Gene. [ With all the affected sincerity Nate can muster, he places a gentle hand upon Gene's shoulder. ] I'm gonna try every one of these until I get sick. But I'm gonna start with pineapple cilantro.

[ Which is what he promptly breaks away to retrieve from the little vendor station, thanking the 'cream crab and digging his spoon in. It's a pale yellow, with little flecks of green. Not bad. Around half a mouthful: ]

So what'd you wanna talk about?