For once, he'd gotten lucky. Terra had to scoot in closer to actually reach the carton, soup spoon pinched between two knuckles, but she didn't show any obvious signs of wariness or uncertainty. Sure, she was still a little confused about the whole affair—who wouldn't be?—but she wasn't dragging her heels in the ground asking why at every pause still. At least, not yet.

Her scrape of the spoon across the top of the ice cream was a smooth, easy motion for how soft it was getting. Not quite past losing form, or becoming a carton of cream soup, but it wasn't carrying the 'ice' in that title very well. The confection itself was sweet, and good. Better than the cake, she thought.

Spoon hanging in her mouth, Terra looked up at Zelgadis with a mild, amused question to her eyebrows. He wasn't expecting her to eat this whole thing alone, was he?