Hm. Not always.

[Ignis' thumb is now tracing back and forth across the soft line of Noctis' lower lip, fingers cupping his jaw. Wondering if he should kiss him again. Wondering if he'll be allowed to do more than just kiss. But this has been so long in coming, he's skittish now. They really could ruin both their lives entirely if they jumped in too fast.]

I still don't understand the appeal of that many toppings. The flavors of the ice cream are lost entirely.