The mention of ice cream seems to perk Roxas up a little.

"Yeah, they do," he says with a small nod. "It is really good."

He'd say more, but they've reached Roxas's house, or at least the spot where it should be. Roxas isn't surprised to see the blank wall, without even a door suggesting that a room might be there. Not surprised, but it still hurts. The digital Twilight Town was real to him, so why couldn't that extend to the rest of the world?

"We can go get some now, if you want," he mumbles.