“Right, right.” He replied to Xion and casually waved back to her. “Salty sea ice cream.” Timon repeated, or at least tried to repeat. As usual, the meerkats miserable listening skills presented themselves as blatantly as possible. He even failed to notice Roxas and the others fall back, far too absorbed in the ice cream he was about to receive. His eyes travelled down to Simba and a grin spread across his features.

“Nope! But with these guys goin’ on about it all the time and always getting it like Vyers says, it’s gotta be good! Maybe you just got the wrong kind. I mean, it’s not supposed to make your head hurt, right?”