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If Jones hadn't been so focused on the fact that he had ice cream all over the front of his sweatshirt, he might have taken notice to the odd sound that came out of his mouth right before. It sounded sort of like "HMUAH!", and only realized that he had made it a few seconds after he started to scoop the frozen icecream out of his pocket with his finger, since it had dripped in there. He furrowed his brows as he thought back on his reaction, but quickly shoved HMUAH! out of his thoughts as he looked up at the blonde from beneath his hat. "No, it's...well, yeah, but it's fine." He gave her a smirk and tried to wipe more away, watching a drop spatter onto the floor.

He hadn't even planned to stay for that long, and...well, maybe HMUAH did justice to how he was feeling. He wasn't mad, but getting covered in ice cream was not something anybody particularly enjoyed. He had just walked in to get a milkshake and then get out of there before anyone recognized him, but that plan might be harder to accomplished now that people were staring at the man and woman woman who were covered in ice cream. Sure, she had gotten the worse end of the stick, since the ice cream was facing her, but because she had pressed against him when she had collided with him, some of it got on him, too. It wasn't bad though. "Do you need...help? Or...napkins?" He felt awkward asking as he pointed to the large splatter on her shirt. It was easy enough to get most of it out with a flick of a wand, but for a perfect stranger to just go and do that was...strange.