fandomtownies | Chilly Boulder, Sunday evening (after Superbowl)

"Much better, Dinah, thank you," he told her with a wholesome smile.

But his cheeks tinged pink.

"Those white pills were amazing!"

"Aspirin. And I'm sorry your new experiences had to include a hangover." She grinned, glad someone else was blushing for once. "But I'm glad you had fun? You did, didn't you?" Dinah turned to the server. "Umm, little sample spoons of vanilla, chocolate, strawberry and mint, for my friend, please."

Edward felt his cheeks warm, considerably, and he stared down at the way his t-shirt fit his frame. He was trying not to think about all the girls he kissed, but it was very difficult.

"Priest didn't tell me about the hangover part. That part was not fun."

Oh! Look at him ignoring her other question.

"Is ice cream good, Dinah?"

"So much better than alcohol," Dinah soothed him. "No hangover! Just a little sugar buzz, nowhere near as intense as beer or whatever else you drank." Her eyes glinted with mischief, noticing that omission, and she held out the first mini-spoon to him. "Okay, try vanilla. It's smooth and simple and I promise, you'll like it. Oh! Eat it slow, or it'll give you a little headache, 'kay?"

See? She could totally guide Edward safely.

The T-shirt was something she was trying to ignore.

It was a nice t-shirt too. Fit him perfectly. It was so nice!

He took the little spoon and dipped it into the odd looking confection. "Vanilla," he repeated and then spooned it into his mouth where his eyes instantly went wide and his mouth fell partly open.

"Coooooold!"

But delicious! JOY!

He took another bite. And then another. The eat it slow might have gone over his head.

"Careful careful," Dinah pulled back the sample, snickering. "Try the chocolate. And the strawberry! That's my fave."

Curiosity got the better of her, and she had to ask. Had to. "So do you remember kissing all those girls on Friday? Or any of them?"

He tried the chocolate and the strawberry and found both excellent!

"Ooooh, Dinah! We should come have ice cream every single day! The strawberry is wonderful! I see why it is your favorite!"

Oh. Then cue the blushing. Deep deep blushing.

"I... yes."

"You'll get sick!" Dinah laughed. "Just some every once in a while, or your teeth will rot." He was definitely getting the hang of the sugar rush. "We could get you a banana split? So you could try each one?"

At his blushing, Dinah gave him a totally sympathetic look. "Awwww. Edward. What's wrong? You had fun, and Priestly said people liked you guys."

Any jealousy she'd been feeling over not being included was overcome by concern, here.

"Yes! A banana split!" He had no idea what one was.

He hung his head a little. "I shouldn't have kissed the girls, Dinah. I shouldn't have! I was invited to her room!" Flail!

"A banana split, with chocolate and caramel sauce, and cherries on top, please," Dinah told the server, then turned back to Edward, frowning worriedly. "Um, okay, is this about Giselle? Still?"

At this point, she was willing to take out an ad to track this girl down.

"No, it's not. I'm beginning to suspect she is not here at all," he said.

"No one has seen her or heard of her. I'm lost."

"Then what's the trouble, bubble?" Dinah reached out to rub his shoulder, as the ice cream guy made Edward a banana split with all the toppings. "And, uh. What girl invited you back to her room?"

The skank. Sheesh.

"She was my true love, Dinah, my one coquette. We we're to be married in the morning. What do I do now? I have no one to finish the other half of my duet."

He quirked his lips at her.

"Adora."

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Which kind of made her frown, because 'skank' was not a word she associated with Adora, but maybe she'd meant it in just a friendly way, or maybe she meant it exactly how it sounded but was still not a skank. Hunh.

"Chocolate chocolate chip cone," she told the counter guy, and patted Edward's shoulder.

"I guess you do what Priestly said, and learn and get new experiences. But it's okay to be sad. You miss her." Dinah's lips quirked. "How long did you know her, again?"

Edward stared at his banana split. It was beautiful! He poked at it with his spoon.

"Priest is a good friend! Experiences are good. What did Adora want with me in her room?"

He took a bite of the whipped cream and closed his eyes. "WONDERFUL!" he exclaimed, smiling wide.

"I knew her half a day!"

Dinah grabbed her cone, paid for their ice cream, and grinned at Edward. "Come on, let's sit over here."

After they had a booth, she said, "Seriously? Half a day and you wanted to marry her? Edward, did you just want to get married?"

Because that was the closest she had to an explanation for that.

"And, um... I don't know Adora." There might be flailing. Or an extra-huge bite of the ice cream cone, mmmmmm, to cover Dinah's expression. "What did she say, exactly?"

He blinked at her. What did she mean by that?

"She was the one," he offered, though his tone didn't sound as sure. As though being made to think about it... made him think about it.

"I was there and she was there and she asked me to take a walk, to her room." He blushed, remembering. "I told her I was with Priest."

Dinah licked her cone, watching Edward over the edge of it. "Have some more ice cream." She hmmm'd, then said, "So, it was magic? People where you're from, they just... know? That happens to everybody?"

That was fast becoming her bench-mark for 'normal' in different people's worlds: did it happen to everybody? And if it did, she tried not to be judgey. If it didn't, well...

"Ohhh. That -- might have been a good idea. You may not be ready for the experience she was offering just yet."

She really had to ask Adora about that.

He ate his ice cream with his banana and he was taken over again by the joy he found in the dessert. He wanted it everyday!

A little chocolate sauce found it's way to the corner of his mouth when he looked back at Dinah, his brows all thinky. "What experience was she offering?"

Dinah giggled at the chocolate sauce, and reached out to point. "You've got a little... right there...." Sheesh, why did he have to be so cute?

She turned red and gave her ice cream cone and extra-hard lick. "Um. I don't know her, and I wasn't there, so I don't know exactly what she said to you, but she might have been offering... uh. To do the things those two bendy girls on the TV were doing. To you."

Gulp.

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"Oh," he said and laughed, wiping at his mouth with his hand. "This is messy but delicious! I love it! Dianah!"

He sighed in contentment and watched her lick at her cone. "That must be wonderful! Is it?"

Oh. Oh. OH! His train of thought went someplace bad.

He seemed to flail. "Oh, Dinah! OH!"

Dinah startled and stopped licking, looking around. "What? What?" She looked back at Edward, eyes wide. "Edward? Are you okay? What?"

"SKIN! I just don't... I get..." FLAIL!

He started shoveling ice cream in his mouth.

"Slow down!" Dinah cautioned, reaching out to give him a napkin. "And yes, my ice cream is very yummy! But you don't have to eat yours all at once, Edward." She watched him carefully a moment, then took another happy little lick of her cone. To ask about "skin" or let it go? "Really. Tiny bites, Edward. I don't want you to get an ice-cream headache."

Edward made her feel practically internationally cosmopolitan, sheesh, the dork.

He slowed down. Ignored the pain.

"Why weren't you there, with Priest and myself. Did you not wish a kiss?"

Dinah choked on her ice cream, turning bright red and reaching for a napkin. After she stopped coughing, she said, "Um. I didn't get there 'til you guys were too drunk and tired to stand, almost. You didn't notice me there. That's how I knew to leave you water and aspirin." And maybe she wouldn't have to answer that second question?

"Dinah!" he sat up halfway in his seat, ready to help her if she needed him. "Being drunk is painful the following morning. I shall have to remember this." He wouldn't admit the humiliation of throwing up all over his clothes. "And did you wish a kiss?"

"Mmm, I'm okay. Okay." Dinah gulped, then smiled, and took a breath, working out how to answer. "I did feel a little left out? On the other hand, Priestly had to ask if we'd kissed, and didn't remember that we didn't. So, um. Maybe not?" She took another lick of her ice cream cone, going very pink. "I got kissed today though. At the girl-kissy party."

Sometimes, you had to use your powers for evil.

His shoulders slumped a little. Maybe not. She didn't want to kiss him even though the kisses were free.

He sighed.

...

"What was that? What is a girl kissy party?"

Awww. Now Dinah felt bad. "Um. Sometime, maybe, when you're not drunk...." Okay, maybe that would be a bad idea? "You're really cute and that was not a rejection."

Okay, shut up now.

No, talk about, great. "Um. The girls? Were kissing other girls. At half-time, during the football party." She blushed again, then giggled. "It was nice."

Ice cream, her refuge. Take another bite to cool off your face, Dinah.

"I am not drunk now, Dinah!" he exclaimed, grinning wide. He didn't really get what he just said.

He then gasped!

"Like... on the Magic Mirror?"

That time, at least, he didn't catch her with ice cream in her mouth.

"We kept our clothes on," Dinah said firmly. "And there were no horses or purple things or weird music. And it was just kissing! Nothing else!" She facepalmed, remembering everything Rikku and Angela and Brooke had said about it being a turn-on for guys. Maybe he wouldn't get it?

"Um. But yeah, I kissed a few girls, and they kissed other girls."

As for the other offer here... give her a minute. Hunh.

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Oh. He knew now what being turned on meant. It's what made him flail.

Thinking of girls kissing girls here, for him to see first hand, it made him think things. "I missed it," he said, sadly. "I would have liked to see this in person, Dinah. I'm terribly disappointed."

"Awww, Edward." How could you resist that face? Torn, Dinah took another lick of her ice cream cone, then sighed and admitted, "I think there were pictures. Ask Sokka. He might know."

There, and shouldn't she just get huge karma points for that?

"Edward, why did kissing the girls on Friday make you all.... flaily, before?"

"Who is Sokka?" he asked, never having met this person.

"Dinah! Do you really wish to know?" he asked, his cheeks turning red.

"Um?" Dinah looked at his face, worried. "Well, I asked..."

And was now wondering if she shouldn't have.

"And Sokka is the guy into boomerangs, with a top-knot. I don't know what room he's in, though."

Prince Edward could hardly concentrate on who this Sokka was.

"It did things to me, my insides, and I-" he blushed, shifted in his seat, "-Dinah, I would not be a gentleman did I tell you anything further."

"...ohhhhh. Duh. 'kay." Dinah suppressed nervous giggles by taking another bite of ice cream, then another, blushing as deeply as Edward. Poor guy. Finding out this stuff at his age, and... yeah. She took a breath. "You know that's normal, though, don't you?"

Could he just cover his ears and sing 'La la lalala la la'?

"Which part, exactly?" he heard himself asking.

Okay. How did she get this job, again?

"All of it? The, um. Feelings. And, uh..." Another lick of the ice cream cone, and studiously not looking at Edward. "You really, really should talk to Priestly about this. He's a guy. He can explain it better, I'm sure of it."

Is it hot in here?

"Have some more ice cream!"

Talk to Priest. He should talk to Priest.

Adora wanted him to do those things with her? Could he?

He could try. Would that be an experience? Perhaps he should ask Priest.

He took a few more bites of ice cream. "Thank you, Dinah. This means much to me."

"You're welcome," Dinah said, giggling a little. She tapped his foot under the table with her own, and took another lick of her ice cream cone. Still blushing. But not quite so much. And a little wistful on the kiss front, but hey. She'd gotten four very friendly kisses today. No reason to be greedy.

Even if he was really, really cute. Sigh.

But she was still going to talk to Adora. Edward needed looking out for.

He noticed her blush; it was very pretty. He wondered if he should ask her the cause of it but decided against it.

Instead he smiled wide and brushed her foot with his after she tapped his first.

"Can we do this again sometime, do you think?"

"Sure!" Dinah gave him a pleased smile, and giggled, tapping back at his foot again. "You're liking the ice cream, hunh? See, told you it was better than alcohol."

Chilly Boulder, Sunday evening (after Superbowl)

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