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I scream, you scream, gimmie that, gimmie that— ( `—- reciting the lyrics to the song made popular by her group whilst also performing the choreography in an exaggerated manner, Wendy suddenly stops in a quick fit of hysterics; upper body falling down as a hand popped in front of her mouth to barricade the sounds. ) Ah, we definitely should go for ice cream, though. Or… We could make our own! I think it would be fun… Unless you’re starving for ice cream or low on time.
[ ` he hums along as the younger sings a few line of her song, clapping his hands at the small performance she just did ] Ah indeed, our Wendy has a really nice voice. You make me crave for ice cream even more. I’m not sure about making our own ice cream to be honest. Let’s just say I don’t have a good relationship with kitchen. But if you want, we could give it a try.