He was about eight when it happened, so plenty to be traumatized about. It stole his physical and mental ability to talk for a while after. Maybe if there's enough time to relax, he might take on a new mask or at least alternative ways to hide his face.

"Popsicles." He's going to afford that a blank stare. "You do not look like the kind of person who would make a business selling any kind of ice cream."

With all the respect he can muster, of course. He wants to see this shop now. It sounded incredibly interesting.