Shifting in place and tugging at the cuffs of his sleeves, Eleven decided he really didn't care for the theming at all. But for the sake of his friendship with Axel, he would at least try it before never returning.

Turning toward the menu, his eyes immediately sought familiarity- and skipped over the morbidly named flavors entirely. While he did recognize a few fruits, he had a difficult time imagining how they could be made into ice and taste good.

"...Chocolate," he decided on, a touch relieved. "I think I'll try that."