fandomtownies | Chilly Boulder, Tuesday late afternoon

"Hey, if it's ice cream, I'm there," Clark told her, grinning like a doof as he entered the shop. "But nothing can beat good old vanilla." He was so very vanilla.

"Seriously?" Dinah checked that he wasn't messing with her, then had to grin back. "C'mon, get it with sprinkles. Add some pizzazz!" She turned to the counter guy, who grinned back at her. "Mocha chocolate fudge, and a scoop of mint chocolate chip," she said, "And whatever the big guy is having."

Clark lifted an eyebrow at being called 'the big guy' but didn't say anything. "I'll take a double scoop of vanilla with fudge sauce, please," he said. "It's a classic."

"Okay, that counts as pizazz. Or close enough." Dinah grinned and held out her hand for her cone, and handed over the money to the counter guy. "MMmmmmmm," she said happily, then looked around, and headed for a booth. "So was the rest of your vacation as relaxing as beating me at swimming?" she asked over her shoulder.

"Thanks!" Clark called to the worker with a big smile at his bowl. "I gotta be honest, I had no idea private school meant going on trips like that. I had a great time."

Dinah grinned, pulling up her legs under the table so she sat up on her knees, and said, "You should've been with us when we went to the Caribbean in February. The resort was great, but that trip was awesome. Turks & Caicos, and parts of the Virgin Islands, and a couple days just on the ship." She grinned and took another lick of her ice cream, eyes closing in enjoyment. "Bet you thought this place was going to be all uniforms and rules, hunh?"

"Lot more rules, that's for sure," Clark admitted, pushing his spoon through the chocolate to get just the right balance for the ice cream headed for his mouth. "But a cruise? I can hear my dad questioning the educational value already."

"Wellll... we learned about the Caribbean? And I learned that I shouldn't play I Never with people who are way better drinkers than I am," Dinah said cheerfully. "Oh, and scuba! That's valuable." She grinned and happily slurped her cone for a minute. "So where's home?"

"I never?" Oh so vanilla. "Home's Smallville, Kansas. No need for scuba lessons there." Unless you were gonna dive in one of the many meteor-rock infested lakes and that was just never a good plan.

"Smallville? I'm thinking nowhere near as exciting as this place," Dinah said, grinning slightly. "I'm from New Gotham, New Jersey. Which I'm guessing you never heard of. As well as never playing I Never."

"Nothing's as small as Smallville, but it's a good place to grow up. New Gotham? Is that like Gotham City?" Clark had one of those in his world, after all.

Dinah's eyes widened in surprised delight. "You've heard of it! Yay! That makes you the third person, I think. Yeah, it used to be Gotham City, but got re-named New Gotham after some earthquakes and stuff about twenty years ago. Lois and Raven are from places that have a Gotham City too."

"Yeah, I'm friends with Lois' cousin," Clark shared, spooning more ice cream for himself. "It's a small world, even in a place as crazy as Fandom."

"Coooool. Lois is pretty awesome, isn't she? I'm gonna assume her cousin is too." Dinah grinned, feeling more kinship to Clark now, and admitted, "I grew up in Missouri. Tiny place, Opal. Neeever going back. New Gotham's way cooler." She bit into her ice cream cone, and happily let it crunch against her teeth. "So did you want to come here, or was it just one of those things where 'hi, you're going to boarding school'?"

"Lois is different, that's for sure," Clark said, trying to be nice. "Sounds cooler. I can't imagine a place cooler than here. But I sort of chose to come. The summer was kind of strange and my parents and I agreed that getting away from some of the negative influences back home would do me some good." Influences like Native American caves and red rocks.

"So slow! You'd think you were buying your own!" Momoko joked as she pushed on Jaime's back, hurrying him through the door of the Chilly Boulder. Hopefully there was no one in line already, because she was concentrating on pushing the boy who'd apparently decided it would be funny to resist by leaning backwards and muttering sighs about having a long day and being too tired to walk fast.

"Jaime! Come on! Ice cream! Ice cream! Ice Cream!" It was hard to be too chastising when she was laughing and pushing him.

"People giving you a rough time?" Dinah said sympathetically. 'Negative influences' was usually mom-and-dad-speak for fighting, in her lexicon. "Well, you're here now. And we haven't had any invasion stuff since August, so you should be ready for it when it happens again."

Way to be reassuring there, Dinah.

"Noooot in so many words," Clark replied. "I've heard a little about these invasions. Makes sense that they offer a class in Swordplay to help us get ready." Of course, Clark was born ready, but he'd make it look like work when the time came.

"When'd you get so pushy, anyway?" Jaime complained, laughing.

Dinah snorted, spluttering ice cream on herself, then reached for a napkin, her hand flailing a moment before a napkin zipped out of the dispenser to her hand. "Yeah, they should offer those free to everyone who gets here. I heard about Mr. Deadpool's little 'demonstration' before we left." She shook her head, half-amused and half horrified. Wiping her mouth, she added, "Of course, the last one, physical fighting was kind of secondary to not freaking out because you were in the wrong world and the wrong body."

"Depends on who you ask, but most people say about seventeen years ago! Ice Cream is involved! You should see me if it was cake!" She laughed as she pushed him to the counter with a final exaggerated, "Ooof! There! Now what do you want?"

Yeah, Clark was pretty sure he didn't want to know. "Yeah, that class..." There wasn't enough repression in the world. "Don't take this the wrong way, Dinah, but is Prof. Deadpool insane?"

"Yes! And there's no taking that the wrong way," Dinah said, giggling. "He told me that the Canadians were going to invade and he'd make the moose in the office Secretary of the Treasury when it happened." She grinned and licked her cone again. "And he always makes up complete silliness when it's his Radio night. I mean, terrific fighter. But totally crazy." She tilted her head. "Which, when you think of it, makes him a good Vice Principal here. Who'd try to fight him about Detention?"

So very true. "I know I'd rather take punishment than try and figure out what he's talking about half the time in class," Clark agreed. "You taken his classes before?"

"So next time we're going for cake, is that what you're saying?" Jaime bumped up into the counter and looked around. "Two scoops, right?"

Chilly Boulder, Tuesday late afternoon

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