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Fifth Floor Common Room, Saturday Evening

There was ice cream everywhere.

Milkshakes. Sundaes. Banana splits. Even a baked Alaska. Homemade ice cream sandwiches. A couple of gelati. Even a random lemon sorbeto. Ronan was standing at the counter, making dish after dish, a few well-placed wizardries keeping bowls of ice cream from melting before they could be eaten by whoever came by. The counter was already mostly covered, and there was still more sitting around in containers, ready to be served.

Bart had wanted ice cream, the previous Saturday. Ronan couldn't help but... well. There was a lot of ice cream, for whoever wanted it.

[Open, as common rooms usually are. Feel free to come by and get any of the aforementioned -- or other, freely moddable -- ice cream concoctions.]

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Ronan smirked slightly. "I could have done it myself, you know," he said. "I don't need you for everything." He grinned. "But I do need to thank you for coming into my dream on... was it Thursday? I lost track of time in a big way this week."

"I'm still in fussing mode," she admitted. "It's hard to turn off."

The bowl of ice cream was suddenly very, very interesting. "Yeah, Thursday. Which, I'm really, really sorry about that."

"... What? Why?"

"Because it's your head, and I shouldn't have been wandering through it." And wow this conversation was bringing back memories. Some good, some very much not so good.

"You must have reached out while I was sleeping. I was worried about you. That's kind of a recipe for an accidental dreamwalk."

"... But you helped," Ronan said. "Besides, it's not like it wasn't really anything I hadn't told you already. And, I reiterate, you helped."

"I know," Isabel shrugged. "I've got issues. What can I say?" She took a spoonful of ice cream, smiling a bit at the taste. "I'm glad I helped though. However accidentally."

"You should be. And..." Ronan frowned. "If you need to talk, y'know... about whatever kind of issues..."

"Maybe. Someday." She looked around suspiciously. "But somewhere not here. There's probably a squirrel hiding under the couch taking notes."

"Probably?" Ronan asked, laughing. "I have more than enough trust in them to say definitely."

"True," Isabel laughed. "The pirate trained them well."

"This is very good by the way," she added, waving her spoon at him. "Thank you for thinking of me."

Ronan shrugged. "Well, you bring me hot chocolate every week," he said. "It's the least I can do."

"Yes, because it's so difficult to stop by the Perk and then walk over to the clinic," she pointed out. "I obviously expend a lot of energy doing that."

"Yes, obviously." Ronan grinned, then grew a little more somber. "And... well, this is partly for Bart, too. Just... ice cream."

"He liked it?" Isabel asked quietly. "I only met him the day before..."

Ronan nodded. "He... He got ice cream in the clinic. I gave him some when I... Last Saturday, when I thought I'd finished healing him."

"Much better then a lollipop." She gently bumped her shoulder against his. "You did your best. This was just too much."

"I still... I know, intellectually, that I did all I could, that I couldn't have healed this on my own. It doesn't change the fact that I feel like I should have."

"Yeah, I get that. We're all so used to being able to use our powers to fix things. It's hard to accept that this time we couldn't," Isabel agreed. "Logic versus emotion. Emotion's stronger."

Ronan nodded. "I mean... every wizard knows that wizardry's not the solution to everything. But... Yeah. Emotion's stronger."

"It's not always a bad thing. Just now. When it hurts."

"Yeah..." Ronan looked away, tears ready to stream down, but he fought them back, not wanting to cry here, in public. "It... I'll be okay."

Isabel set her ice cream aside and held out her arms, silently offering a hug.

And Ronan took the silent offer, letting himself be enfolded in Isabel's arms for a long moment before pulling away. "Thanks," he said, "but anymore and I might... Not here, anyway. Maybe later."

"Yeah, I get that," she nodded. "Well when later comes? If you need company, you know where to find me."

"I do," Ronan said. "And you know where to find me. Are we on for tomorrow night? Our usual?"

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