[He will ask about Vash's world after his taste buds quit warring with each other. The question makes him tilt his head as he chews and swallows, his ears flicking lightly.]

I... am not sure!

[Yet he's going for another bit, a hand coming up to tuck some hair aside so he can stick the second spoonful in without getting some strands as well. It's a fascinating flavor profile. The ice cream is obviously sweet, creamy, cold. Yet the dill pickle is something he's never experienced before. It's... briny. Salty. A tartness that would perhaps border on too much for him, if not for the ice cream. When he swallows this one, he takes a moment to simple ponder it before smiling.]

I like it! The ice cream balances the pickle, the salt compliments the sweet, and the briny touch adds a little kick!

[He does like it, actually, quite telling the truth as he gleefully goes for another bite.]