Hikari (likely for the best) assumes that she doesn't know enough about shrines and feng shui to offer much assistance in the form of sleuthing, so she just sort of hovers around Ichigo, following along a pace or two behind and watching with focus that flips from intense to completely scattered, depending on whether or not there's anything else happening in her field of vision, and how much attention he ice cream is demanding.<br/><br/>The two scoops of ice cream have melted enough to merge into one continuous length, and her insistent licking has managed to shear off the edges to fashion it into a smooth, straight shaft of vanilla.  Oblivious as always, she just continues to wear away at it, taking long licks up one side and then turning it to lap at the other, pausing every now and again to fit her lips over the top to try and pull off a chunk of frozen treat.  Now and then she pauses, licking the stain of white cream off her lips, and beams delightedly at whoever happens to be looking her way.