Indigo had his ice cream. It was just plain chocolate for him this time, instead of his favorite mint chocolate chip. He'd had a different idea for today. The flavor of his ice cream was fairly plain, so he was going to embellish it with plenty of interesting and delicious toppings. The only problem now was what toppings he was going to add. There were so many choices, almost too many choices, like basically an infinite number of choices. It was making him kind of anxious, to be honest. His ice cream was going to melt while he was standing here trying to figure out what toppings he wanted to add. Maybe he should have thought about this before ordering the ice cream.