Rhys has to frown at the vendor when Walter gets laughed at. Jesus, it's not like he can say it right either. Moo-chi? What kind of ice cream name is that? Just name it ice cream, really.

He tosses his money at the person dishing up the ice cream as they're given their deserts, poking at his before watching Walter eat. So if this guy never had a birthday, did he never have sweets? Presents? Birthday cake? The way he was absolutely inhaling his food, Rhys had to wonder.

Honestly, Rhys isn't sure whether to laugh because that's funny, or feel sad because that kind of confirms his previous thoughts. "Is it good?"