[If they did, Charles would have eaten his weight in them already. Or at least attempted to. He tips his head sideways, towards the building's front door.]
Grab some snow, use your imagination. Boom - ice cream.
[It's a good humor that he himself doesn't quite feel, though he's probably less fixated on the lack of food choices than some of the other arrivals. He hasn't eaten a crumb since the day he died, and while he certainly fantasized about food while incorporeal, his appetite hasn't yet returned with his body.]
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Grab some snow, use your imagination. Boom - ice cream.
[It's a good humor that he himself doesn't quite feel, though he's probably less fixated on the lack of food choices than some of the other arrivals. He hasn't eaten a crumb since the day he died, and while he certainly fantasized about food while incorporeal, his appetite hasn't yet returned with his body.]
Looks like you're out of luck, other than that.