Chilly Boulder, Saturday Midday

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Ice cream. Small children. It was pretty much a siren call they couldn’t ignore. Two kids stood at the counter—one small and blonde, the other small and orange haired. Ino, of course, because she was a whole year older was doing the ordering.

“And I want lots of chocolate ice cream,” she said, standing on her tiptoes to make sure they did it right, “with rainbow sprinkles and fudge sauce! A really big bowl!”

She glanced at the crybaby beside her, and grinned. “And he wants two bowls, littler than mine ‘cause he’s littler than me, but they’re chocolate to! And a little bit of strawberry. Yes, he’d like sprinkles,” Ino had no idea, “on one of the bowls, too. Just one though.”

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Ichigo giggled and swung his feet back and forth, thumping them against the legs of the chair. "I know that!"

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"Good," she said, licking her spoon clean. "'Cause that way you don't got to be my favouritest boy ever."

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He frowned. "Why not? I could be!"

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"You could, maybe, but..." She ate another bit of strawberry ice cream. "But daddy is right now."

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Ichigo considered that for a moment. "He's a grown up, so he's not a boy!"

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"He's better than a boy," she insisted.

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"S'not fair," Ichigo waved with his spoon. "He's big and I still need to grow!"

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She shook her head. "That's not my problem!"

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He sulked and scooped up some more ice cream which was getting mushy. He liked it mushy. "I'll be big, you wait!"