"Cherrygrove sounds like a beautiful place." Rose's gaze followed Henry's, eyes wide and curious. She didn't understand the rest of it, not really - but she could sympathize with the sadness of being separated from family and loved ones. She briefly wondered about the people she'd left behind, what they were doing now, how their lives would be without her...

But those were troubling thoughts and this was no time for them. There was a human who needed help! A human that seemed sad overall.

"I've been here, let's see...half an hour?" That sounded right. "What did you do, with the light, and your sword friend? And I really think if we're going to stand here and talk, we may as well sit and eat ice cream while we do it...oh! Oh!" A dawning look of jubilant realization lit over Rose's face, her eyes glittering.

"I can enjoy ice cream now! And all kinds of food! And...and...shampoo!" Which popped into her mind because there was a bottle of it in her own backpack. Which she was carrying like a purse.