Fifth Floor Common Room, Saturday Evening

[not_in_the_book]

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.]

Comments

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan took a bow. "Well, thank you, fair lass," he said, definitely thickening his lilt now. "You're certainly a pretty flower yourself."

[absolutesnark]

"You are very charming," Summer replied, not minding the compliment at all.

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan shrugged a little, smiling. "Only as charming as is deserved by my companion," he said.

[absolutesnark]

"Well, that's only fair," Summer replied, smiling back.