(Engie notices the flinch. But before he can make a comment about it, Finch's reaction to ice cream causes the smile on his face to grow bigger, and for the moment Engie just puts down the boy's discomfort to just generally disliking grown-ups mushing his hair up.)

Sure. Ya can't have a good Saturday out without ice-cream. That just ain't right. What sorta flavor do ya like son?