Salvador started to grimace as he saw the red spots appear on her face. As a man with like a dozen allergies he knew what was going on, he knew what would happen next.
“Oh yes. Goat cheese,” he said. Numbly. Before quickly shaking his head. “You’re feeling ok?” He asked.
Salvador plucked the edges of his mustache as he was torn between craving icecream himself and not wanting to murder or break the heart of  a lactose-intolerant child.
“What about some water ice cream? Like those little rockets… I like rockets,” he said. Going for the save middle-ground.