Listening to Lily, Libbier was also thinking about which of the events were the best to have fun with, but she couldn't but be somewhat confused about the frozen t-shirt contest the same way Lily was. Libbier did know what a wet t-shirt event was, so it would be normal to think that this one was something similar? Still, it was hard to imagine the point of wearing a frozen t-shirt, to begin with, much less the appeal to it.
As she thought this, Lily pointed out an idea she had just come to.
"Ice sculpting eh?", Libbier said to herself, thinking it over, before turning to Lily while putting the flyer away, "That's a great idea, it sounds fun and I'm sure we can make a big one if we do it together.", then picking up her cup again and moving to the next table, "Let's go through the rest of the different tastes, while we think on what to sculpt."
Nero kept his watch over the two girls like a hawk. A hawk that constantly gets distracted by any tasty looking food he sees. But then again, the girls weren't in a dangerous place, to begin with so...
"... so there is no need to worry about it, right?", Nero paused as if waiting for an answer before answering himself, "Of course I'm right.", then, as if mocking his self-assured monologue, he noticed, "Wait, where did the golem go?"
First, Nero thought that the golem had gotten tired of waiting and went somewhere else, but then wondered if golem can get bored, to begin with. Then he thought about if he should look for the golem or let it roam around. After all, it was not likely to cause a ruckus by itself, right?
"Why do I feel like I've been hitting a few flags in this last few minutes.", Nero commented to himself as he started to search for the golems using the binoculars.
Then Nero noticed movement in the distance. It appeared as if people were running away from something. Nero had a bad feeling and went to investigate. But considering he still wanted to avoid being noticed by Libbier, he took a slightly longer route, arriving at the skating event location a little after whatever happened, had happened, only to find the missing golem standing next to a few icy looking shards that appeared to have been something before having been smashed by a rocky fist.
"O-kay? What the hell happened here?", Nero asked, to no one in particular.
It was clear that the golem had just taken out something, but at this point, it was hard to figure out what exactly it was before becoming smashed, and considering everyone else had just pretty much cleared the area at full speed, there wasn't really anyone else he could ask.
"Hi.", Nero greeted the golem as he slowly approached, "I'm a friend of the girl with the tattoo under her right eye. Could you explain what is going on here?", Nero asked, and then waited for a reply, "Can you speak?", and waited, "Hello?", and waited, "Great. It's like I'm talking to a wall... No offense my massive, rocky friend, that can totally squash me like a bug just by falling on me."
Nero wanted to know what was going on, and the golem had come straight here so certainly it had some sort of awareness of what could be happening. But Nero couldn't speak golem so, he had to improvise.
"I don't know if you can understand but.", Nero sighed, before starting to speak loudly and gesturing, in an attempt to get the golem to understand him, "I. WANT. TO. HELP. YOU!"
Nero was pretty much looking like a crazed person, waving his arms in a poor attempt at sign language. He just wished no one was actually paying attention to him. His hope was that the golem would understand what he wanted to convey, or at the very least not deem him as a dangerous person and bodyslam him.
Having been moving around between the tables with Lily, tasting all the chocolate as she could, Libbier was pretty much having the time of her life. Eating sweet chocolate, while discussing the different tastes with her friend. There was hardly anything more that she could ask for at this time. Libbier then realized, there was not much that she knew about her friend. They were pretty much halfway thru when something clicked inside her mind.
"Wait. You had never eaten chocolate before?", a normal person would have immediately noticed that this was pretty much-asking something that had just been asked a few minutes ago and facepalmed themselves, and as much as Libbier wished she didn't, she had indeed noticed that she had goofed, so she quickly tried to reformulate the question, red from embarrassment, "What I mean is. Erm. What do you eat normally?", this time, Libbier felt like punching herself, "I mean, what do you eat for dessert normally? What is it that you like to eat?"