Dinky is sat beside me, during one of her rare dismounts, but for good reason. She's demolishing a very complex looking ice cream cone, and making a terrible mess. Good thing I grabbed near half their stack of napkins. Each bravely gives its life to stem the chocolate, fudge, sprinkle, cotton-candy mix that is her ice-cream abomination, before being discarded to the bin beside us. I swear, the ice cream stand vendor gave me a guilty look as he handed it over.