Admittedly, Lorenz isn't much of an ice cream person. Helping a young woman chase her dreams is wildly compelling to him, however, and so he felt a rush of wanting to see this - this ice cream parlor, whatever that is, succeed, and suddenly he found himself faced with a sundae far too big for him alone. As a person who could probably not finish more than a scoop of ice cream within a reasonable time frame, this is... overwhelming...

He casts a desperate look around for anyone else who has yet to buy ice cream, gesturing them closer in a way he hopes looks less dire than it is. This sundae is the size of his head, please help.

"Might I offer you a portion of iced treat?" Please Goddess help him eat this thing.

At this point, Lorenz is convinced crabs are evil little monsters. Out to get him personally today, even, the way he keeps getting pinched or reaching for a pocket only to have to bat away a pincer or two. Awful! The nerve of these things! The gall!

Presently there is one latched onto his hair with one pincer, the other clinging to a nearby windowsill, such that Lorenz is stuck in new and undignified ways. He yelps (shameful, embarrassing) when he first feels the yank of crab in his hair!!! and tries gingerly to pry the thing off.

"Unhand me at once, do you hear me? I will not stoop to wearing a hat simply to avoid you and your fiendish cohorts!" The horror.

(hit me......plot w me @ orbitallaser on discord!)