There’s a nearby ice cream truck. That’s perfect. They can eat on their way to the museum.
“Nothing more than five bucks,” Tina instructs Grant when they get close. Still sucking on his thumb, Grant nods. He looks closely at the menu on the truck. “Well?” Grant points at the chocolate dipped ice cream bar. “All right.”
Tina goes up to the truck and orders two ice cream bars, one for her and one for Grant. The ice cream man beams at her when he gives her the ice cream.
Now that they have something to eat, they resume their walk. Tina quickly realizes that, now that she’s less hungry, her immature urges are a lot easier to ignore. She’s able to eat her ice cream without making too much of a mess, but Grant gets chocolate and ice cream all over his face and clothes.
“Tina? I messy,” Grant says sheepishly. Tina groans loudly. “And sticky.”
“Yeah, since you have sugar and chocolate all over your face,” she says. “Why’d you eat like a little kid?”
“Keep up disguise.”
“Hmph.”
“I no go in place messy and sticky,” Grant points out.
“Yeah, you’re right. You can’t go into the museum all dirty. Fine. I’ll get you cleaned up. Then we’re going to the museum, no more distractions. Got it?” Grant nods. “Good.”
They walk for a little bit before Tina spots a place she can take Grant in to clean him up.