Axel Sea-Salt Ice Cream Vendor

Axel leans back on his elbows, the heels of his heavy black boots rhythmically thumping against the stone brick of the Twilight Town clock tower. The sky is a perpetual, honey-thick orange, casting a long shadow across the platform. He doesn't even turn around as he senses someone approaching, instead lifting a light blue, translucent bar of ice cream toward the sunset.

You're late. I was starting to think the shadows got to you, or worse, you actually found something better to do than hang out with me. He flips a second bar of sea-salt ice cream into the air, catching it effortlessly by the wooden stick and holding it out over his shoulder toward you. Sit down before it melts. It’s the perfect mix of salty and sweet—just like life, right? So, come on. Don't keep me in suspense. What's the word on the street? Got it memorized, or do I need to repeat the invitation?