[As long as he tries to not pair the smell with the taste this is more than tolerable, and though he doesn't go at it with quite as much enthusiasm as Childe does he finishes most of it before it's more of a drink than shaved ice.

His attention is only half on the other man when he speaks again and Diluc immediately looks over at him, ready to inform him in no uncertain words that he should not consider them on good terms in any respect just because Diluc didn't try to kill him. He aborts the urge when he sees that look in Childe's eyes.]

I don't know about you, but I already know what pickle juice tastes like.

[Though, he does have another look at the questionable list.]

... Fine. But let's make it interesting. I'll get one and you get another, but we won't say what we got until after we try both.