It wasn't completely the way Zelgadis had pictured the place, but was forgivable enough if he could find some kind of alternative. The loud snap of plastic in a brief breeze was a continual reminder that they couldn't just amble on aimlessly for too long...The ice cream would melt.

"Here," he said after a time. Fallen trees were as good as anything, and he could hear water not far away. He shrugged off the bag and sat, leaning down and fishing through it.