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]

Dubiously eyeing the bright neon sprinkles he'd set out in a couple of bowls, he asked, "...Are you sure there's much difference between them?"

[ashockingbitch]

"Well, no," Jenny admitted. "But one has sugar."

[not_in_the_book]

"Sugar's good," Ronan said, and sprinkled some sprinkles over Jenny's ice cream.

[ashockingbitch]

"Sugar, tobacco, caffeine, and alcohol. The major food groups," Jenny declared. Then she wrinkled up her nose. "God, I hope I stop growing at nineteen this time around, or I'm going to be completely battered by thirty."

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan laughed. "I'm sure you'll be perfectly fine," he said. "After all, stopping your growth at nineteen is probably biological in some way. Coded in your DNA."

[ashockingbitch]

Jenny said, "I can only hope," and took a bite of her ice cream. "So, what's with all the ice cream? Shouldn't you be resting?"

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan shook his head. "This is relaxing for me," he said. "Well, cooking in general. Any kind of kitchen work. And..." He bit his lip before continuing, "Bart liked ice cream. It's practically the only thing I knew about him. So I just..."

[ashockingbitch]

Jenny nodded her understanding. "If it's any help, it doesn't hurt. Dying, I mean. Or it didn't for me."

[not_in_the_book]

"... It depends on how one dies, I think. Or perhaps how much pain one has leading up to it."

[ashockingbitch]

"Maybe," Jenny said. "Eat some ice cream, it's good for you."