"..."
"..."
"Could it be you do not like this desert, Chihiro?"
"Oh… What? No."
"No?"
"No, I mean…"
Back in the universe Riley was currently in, he and Chihiro was inside a Korean-flavored shaved ice store. Like always, he ordered the one with lots of mango cubes on top—not even letting any of the shaved ice melt as he devoured them with his large mouth without a care for anything else.
As for Chihiro, half of her bowl was already drowned with the melted ice, and what remained was an iceberg that looked similar to the one that sank the Titanic. It wasn't the Titanic that was sinking, however, but herself as she found herself not knowing what to do.
She felt trapped inside a ship she herself crashed straight into an iceberg called Riley Ross. But what was she even supposed to do? Fighting him would be suicide.
This is all your fault, you asked for more Chihiro