Chilly Boulder, Thursday Afternoon

[bitchprince]

Arthur had avoided Merlin's... cooking... to the best of his ability over the week. It was now Thursday, and he was hopeful that the immediate danger had passed. Which was, clearly, an important reason to remind both Merlin's and his (for the sake of proxy) tastebuds that there was such a thing as food on this Earth that didn't.

Well.

Pine nuts.

That was all he'd say.

Chilly Boulder found its door shoved open with some dedication. "Here we are," he told Merlin.

It was possible he hadn't exactly elaborated on the details of their goal this time, either. At least he'd specified food?

[[ arthur is here for that guy, yes, but chilly boulder is open for all your ice cream needs ]]

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[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Do you even like ice cream?"

[bitchprince]

"It's not bad," Arthur argued.

Not like the cookies. Oh no. Everything looked good after the cookies.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Francine ate one! And even said they were good!

"Not bad?"

[bitchprince]

... Yeah. He would go by that.

"Some of it tastes fairly good," he said, barging up towards the man behind the counter. "Like the pear-- flavoured one they had."

Arthur hadn't tried it. But it looked tempting. "Just get up here and order."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"They had one that was pear flavoured?" Merlin asked, going over to peer at the ice cream.

[bitchprince]

"It says so right about... there." Beat. "Also note the lack of any extra e's in 'ice cream'."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"...pardon?" That got Merlin to stop fogging up the glass, at least.

[bitchprince]

"In case you felt like adding any," he said, shooting Merlin an amused look. "Which one do you want?"