Chilly Boulder, Friday Afternoon

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Having successfully convinced Arthur to actually come to the shop to try the ice cream instead of relying on Merlin's good nature to buy him a pint, Merlin was terribly busy pointing out the chocolate flavoured ones.

"--that has little bits of cake in it," He informed Arthur. As he was the expert here.

[For that prince guy and sloooow plaaaay due to puppy]

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[bitchprince]

"Right."

Arthur was still a bit busy attempting to figure out just what caused him to lapse on this particular venture. "I don't suppose they stuffed a loaf of bread in one."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Merlin just stared at him for a moment. "That doesn't sound very good at all."

[bitchprince]

"No, really, Merlin." He considered the ice cream underneath the big... glass... thing.

Just don't ask questions. Look it up in a book later. "So which one is it that's got you all excited?"

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"The rocky road has marshmallows in it." Quite possibly the best thing he'd had here. "They're these sticky, fluffy... bits."

He was horrible at this.

[bitchprince]

"Bits," Arthur repeated.

You could sort of feel the skeptic. "You're recommending this one because it's got bits."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"You cold always just get vanilla if you're not sure." Oh, sure. That would work.

[bitchprince]

Arthur rolled his eyes. "I'm not saying I won't have any," he said, "Merely trying to insult your descriptive skills. I'll have the 'rocky road'."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"I'd like to see you do better," Merlin shot back, holding up two fingers to the nice lady behind the counter.

[bitchprince]

"I'm sure I will."

Never a missed beat for our Arthur.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

As soon as one of the cones was ready, Merlin gestured for him to go first. This he had to see. "By all means, my lord."

[bitchprince]

He considered whether or not to roll his eyes, then decided against it. The cone was far more important anyway. He took it and eyed it.

Then he took a bite. Ice cream was still oddly soft in its way. And very, very sweet.

"...I wouldn't say they were bits," he said.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"The white bits," Merlin pointed out, taking his own cone.

[bitchprince]

"Chunks," Arthur said, loftily. He took another bite. "...Definitely not bits," he continued, "Round... biscuits."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"It's the same thing."

[bitchprince]

"I'm sure you'd like to think so." He craned his head to locate a good bit of seating area, then stalked off towards it.

He was going to get ice cream all over his face at this rate.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"I would!" Merlin called after him, grinning as he followed. "My lord."

[bitchprince]

"It tastes a lot like someone flattened a cake," Arthur informed the boy as he sat down. "And then stirred it through something." He wiped some ice cream away.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Merlin grabbed a napkin before sitting, offering it to him. "And cold."

He was smart, you see. With a comment like that.

[bitchprince]

Arthur shot him a look that communicated no really Merlin without having to actually say it. The phrase came up a lot. He needed that shorthand to survive.

He took the napkin and removed more of it from his face, then took another bite with entirely more grace and a lot less splash damage. "It's called ice cream, Merlin."

Okay, maybe he did have to say it.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"You didn't mention it," Merlin pointed out. "I was only trying to help."

[bitchprince]

"So I see." That ice cream was getting packed away fairly quickly. Arthur was very much a growing boy. Still. "How often have you gone here before?"

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"A few times, but normally with Dinah. Or Tony." He beamed. "I should ask Francine here."

[bitchprince]

"She's a good baker."

There was no limit to the amount of calm Arthur could project when he was feeling utterly awkward. "Not sure how she'll do with frozen food."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"You've had her biscuits?" Merlin asked, blinking a few times in surprise.

[bitchprince]

Arthur eyed him. "Someone had to feed me while you were flying around tearing up notebooks," he pointed out. "Not all of us can live on a diet of dead rabbit alone."