"Most of the devout would disagree with you. Of course they're the same people that so enjoy perpetuating bigotry and several other rather unsavory aspects that they claim are supported by their particular holy book."

And yes she's aware of the irony of what she just said. Her eyes following his to the dish of ice cream in front of her. A lone cherry already sliding down the mountain of whipped cream.

"I just felt like ice cream would be nice right about now." And she's debating breaking her rule in favor of drowning her conflicted emotions in ice cream. Not that she needs the sugar.