Once the ice cream chaos had died down slightly and settled into a comfortable buzz—Mika disappeared for a moment.
When he returned, he was carrying even more containers. A whole new set of ice creams, but these looked different.
These were colorful, vibrant, decorated with toppings and sauces and little garnishes that none of the humans recognized.
"Alright, everyone!" Mika announced again. "New round! But this time, it's the exact opposite."
He held up one of the colorful containers.
"These ice creams are infused with flavors that actually come from the demi-human world. You won't see these flavors in the human world at all."
"They're authentic. Traditional. Made from recipes passed down through generations."
He set them down on the table.
"Who wants to try?"
At first, the humans hesitated.
Demi-human food? From the other world?
The world they'd been taught to view with suspicion?
The world they'd been told was barbaric and backwards and inferior?
