Making ice cream

We are going out for dinner. Mmm, those lovely olives! Papa and mama are enjoying their food in a lazy way too. The waiter of the restaurant remembered us, when we walked in. After all, the cook has the same name as I: Cesco is his name.

'Do you want to make your ice cream in the kitchen?', the waiter asks. Yes! Ice cream. Without even so much as acknowledging my parents, I accept his hand and follow him to the kitchen. Not shy at all, this time!!

Just untill the kitchen. Then I am suddenly shy, and I can't tell Cesco if I want chocolate icecream or vanille. The waiter hops out and asks my papa and mama. I definitely get chocolate ice cream!! It is gone before you know it!