Looking up into Solaris' eyes was usually a recipe for bad thoughts and her heart to go into overdrive–that is if she even had a heart–but at this moment Izanami was more curious than cautious. The way he was speaking so quietly about gelato, despite not even looking at it, alerted her to something off.
The Reapers gaze flicked around the store, landing on the girl behind the counter more than once. Now that she was paying attention. The air seemed tight and electrified. Something was trying to hide from them. "Unusual sounds good to me. You know I love a good sneaky flavor combination." Izanami murmured warmly to her master. The specter of Granny Vittoria flicked through the store again, always looking for her bakery that burned down ages ago with her inside. Oddly, and for the first time in the years that Solaris and Izanami had been coming to this shop, the ghost paused and looked at them.
Her ghostly features were usually set in a worried frown, but now as she raised her arm to point at the girl behind the counter, her mouth opened in a horrific and silent scream. The Reaper froze, looking first at Solaris then at the girl once more. She stood on her tip toes, making it look like she was going to kiss the man's cheek, but instead whispered "I think we have a Gujona trying to sell us gelato." She allowed a bit of her magic to pool in her palm, ready to move as soon as Solaris did. The shape-shifting, soul eating cretin behind the counter wasn't going to wait forever.