The heritage style trams go through New Regent Street among the little boutiques creating a picturesque sight and adding to the character of this romantic spot of the city. Ariana is enjoying the charming atmosphere chatting with her father after work. Ariana is only thirteen, but she pours the most interesting information at the casual listener who soon gets absorbed in the sunny, chirpy personality of this young girl. “I work at the Vanilla Ice Truck. It’s apparently quite famous, just today some Japanese tourists said they read about it in a book and they wanted an ice-cream there. Today I went through three 20l ice cream containers, yesterday I did five! It took me a week to get the right wrist movement when serving ice-cream, it’s pretty tricky, did you know? You have to sort of twist your wrist. We serve only home-made vanilla ice-cream with extras. About a hundred years ago there was this guy, Ice Cream Charlie and he used to deliver home made vanilla ice-cream on his horse cart but now we have a truck.” “I didn’t know that either, Ariana!” – interrupts the surprised father, who is also taken by the flowing words. “I didn’t either, dad, but one day I had a lady customer, and she said that her great-grandfather used to bring this ice-cream to Christchurch and his name was Charlie. There you go. Dad surprised me at work today, it was so funny! He just came to visit me and I was like to my boss: ‘Can I sit with that man there?’ ‘What? Which man?’ ‘That black one. Oh, nothing, he’s my dad!’ So he had his favourite ice cream. Which is this vanilla ice cream with raspberry sauce, because we have all these home made sauces as well, but the raspberry sauce is too rich. So he has cream on it to dampen it down then chocolate chips on the top.”