"Ice cream..." It's the sort of thing that should lighten her heart, but it just reminds her of that time with the crepes and Gary and the thunderstorm and... and no. That hurts too much. She sniffles loudly and shakes her head. "No, I'm... I'm not hungry." She'd like to explain why, or at least a part of her would, but the rest of her is sure that her uncle isn't the one that needs it explained. She absently wrings the handkerchief, in the meanwhile, waiting for his answer.