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

[morpherboy.livejournal.com]

"Temporary insanity?" Marco asked around a mouthful of ice cream.

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan seemed to consider that for a moment. "I'm not sure there's any such thing as temporary insanity here," he said, finally. His voice was serious, but there was laughter underlying it. "It's pretty much all insane, all the time."

[morpherboy.livejournal.com]

Marco considered this. "Good point."

[not_in_the_book]

"I have those on occasion." Ronan grabbed a spoonful of ice cream. "Anyways. Help yourself to more, whenever you finish that."

[morpherboy.livejournal.com]

"I have no problem with that." Marco said cheerfully.