Chilly Boulder Ice Creamery, Thursday Afternoon

[socksofcool.livejournal.com]

After Aravis's shocking revelation, there was only one thing he could do. Which might be why Aravis was looking at him like he was completely insane.

But this was important, this was about ice-cream.

He gestured at the ice creamery. "This, this is ice-cream."

[Thread between Aravis and the insane idiot locked to them, but okay to broadcast. Otherwise open for all your ice-cream needs.]

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[notqueenyet.livejournal.com]

"Have you gone mad?" she asked fairly calmly, all things considered.

[socksofcool.livejournal.com]

"No," Seely replied. "It's just very important you try this."

Because that was going to restore faith in his sanity, yep.

[notqueenyet.livejournal.com]

"Right now? At this very second?" she asked, eyeing him. "You act as though this is life or death."

[socksofcool.livejournal.com]

"Maybe?" Seely attempted to look cute. "There's a chocolate flavour?"

[notqueenyet.livejournal.com]

"Really?" Aravis asked, more intrigued. "What is it?"

[socksofcool.livejournal.com]

Rather than try to explain, Seely ordered a cup of 'Death by Chocolate' then offered her a spoonful. "This."

[notqueenyet.livejournal.com]

Aravis tentatively ate it.

"...you were completely right to bring me here."

[socksofcool.livejournal.com]

Grinning, Seely scooped up some ice-cream for himself with a finger. "Good, isn't it?"

[notqueenyet.livejournal.com]

"By the lion's mane, it's like silver," she finally said.

[socksofcool.livejournal.com]

"That's good right?" At least he thought it was, but maybe the ice-cream just broke something in her head.

[notqueenyet.livejournal.com]

She nodded emphatically. "It's cold and rich and sweet and perfect."

[socksofcool.livejournal.com]

Seely grinned like a dork. "It's ice-cream."

[notqueenyet.livejournal.com]

"It's wonderful," she said. "I understand the haste now."

Later that Day.....

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

Turtle was still a crying, teary, woeful mess of short hair, but the promise of ice cream was helping. "I...I want, um..." She was looking over the selections, and pointing, because if she talked too much, the bawling would start again. "That...and...some of that, and maybe...some of that, too, an' fudge an' strawberries...and...and..."

She got all wibbly once her eyes passed over the menu and she saw Turtle Sundae. She resisted the very, very strong urge to cling to Mister Deadpool's arm. "And that's all," she finished, quietly.

Re: Later that Day.....

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

That was a lot of ice cream for one kid to eat.

"I'll have the same."

He was a growing merc, he needed all the... there was calcium in ice cream, right?

Re: Later that Day.....

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

And the strawberries totally covered that whole fruit part...

"Thank you," Turtle said quietly, eyes down on the floor, as they waited for the orders to be put together. She sniffled again.

Re: Later that Day.....

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

He gave her an awkward one arm hug... thing. "If my favorite minion needs ice cream, she gets ice cream."

Re: Later that Day.....

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

Turtle leaned against Deadpool, still looking down. Her eyes were getting warm again from tears building up. He was kind of reminding her of her dad right now, and she started to really miss her father. He would take her out for ice cream or to play baseball or something when she had trouble in school or everyone was getting so excited about Angela doing something like breathing. So she was really glad Deadpool was there.

"Favorite?" she asked, finally looking up and scrunching her nose a little. "Really?"

Re: Later that Day.....

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"First and favorite," Deadpool corrected cheerfully.

Re: Later that Day.....

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

And that actually made her feel better. Even got a wry little smile out of the sniffling girl, while a hand tentatively stroked at the chopped hair on her head. Guess it wasn't...too bad. It wasn't...everything, really...Unless Mister Deadpool was just saying that to make her feel better, in which case she'd kick him so hard that his children's children's children would be feeling it.

Re: Later that Day.....

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

He wasn't, honest!

The giant bowls with their ice cream arrived and Deadpool picked them up, blinking at the weight. Wow. This would be fun. "You could style it all crazy like on ANTM and show whoever did this that they suck and are... sucky."

Next thing he'd say bomb diggity.

Re: Later that Day.....

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

If he did say bomb diggity, Turtle was so out of here because that would be something her dad would say to try be cool or something, to a point where it would be just way too weird.

Turtle was quiet as she took her seat, nose wrinkling as she dug her spoon into the ice cream in a slightly stabby motion. "Does it look really bad?" she asked, pouting around a spoonful and looking up at him with an expression that suggested that she really needed to be told that it did right now, despite the fact that it looked like someone had taken a cheap pair of left handed scissors to it.

Which they had. She had them in an evidence bag and everything.

Re: Later that Day.....

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"No!" Deadpool said quickly. He'd been around women, he knew the tricks. "You make it look all hip and..." He flailed a bit before poking at his own bowl. "I know nothing about hair. I haven't had any in years."

Re: Later that Day.....

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

After a moment of rolling a strawberry around in some of the fudge, Turtle sniffed and looked up at Deadpool. A wry little smirk managed to surface, but only for the briefest of seconds. "Yeah, well...and I mean, here I am, asking for advice on fashion from a guy in a red suit."

Hey, snark helped. And it was snark made of love.

Re: Later that Day.....

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"I'll have you know that this is all the rage in Paris," Deadpool replied with a haughty sniff.