Elara kept her eyes fixed straight ahead, her voice a flat line of practical economics. "The labor required to manufacture ice cream out of season is entirely unoptimized. It is not even winter yet."
The system stopped dead in the air, staring at her as if she had completely lost her mind. "Who on earth eats ice cream in the dead of winter? It's a summer delicacy, Empress! It's meant to be eaten when it's hot!"
Elara paused for a fraction of a second, looking at the creature with an unblinking, matter-of-fact gaze. "But to harvest and store ice during the summer months requires a massive financial deficit just to produce a single portion. Therefore, if you wish to consume it, you will wait until winter, when the natural snowfall provides an infinite supply of free raw material. You can have as much as you want then."
