[Mando wouldn't let Riz take him home, even if he tried. That just seems like begging for an ambush, or worse.]
[The brightly coloured, cheerful ice cream parlour is completely the opposite of where Mando expected to be taken--he was anticipating either a grungy dive bar or a high class private club full of hookers and spice, with nothing in between--but he'll take it. No ice cream or milkshake for him, since it would require taking off his helmet, but he's willing enough to take a booth with Riz.]
[While keeping his back to the wall and his face towards the exit. Weirdly happy world or not, he's taking no chances.]
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[The brightly coloured, cheerful ice cream parlour is completely the opposite of where Mando expected to be taken--he was anticipating either a grungy dive bar or a high class private club full of hookers and spice, with nothing in between--but he'll take it. No ice cream or milkshake for him, since it would require taking off his helmet, but he's willing enough to take a booth with Riz.]
[While keeping his back to the wall and his face towards the exit. Weirdly happy world or not, he's taking no chances.]
So. What do you know?