[Once inside, he spares a glance to confirm where Yotsuba is, then heads on over to the counter for the ice cream. Soon enough he has hold of two cones, one a little larger than the other, both vanilla/chocolate twists. It sounded like a good idea. One flash of the mark on the back of his left hand for "payment", then he goes to her table.]
(2/2)
Here. And don't run off on me again, got it?
[He holds out the smaller cone.]