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Chilly Boulder, Thursday Evening

Zack had picked up Jen from work, and they'd embarked on their all important second date.

That meant ice cream.

So they went to Chilly Boulder, and were face with a scary prospect:

Ordering.

"What do I want?" Jen asked.

[ooc: Thread locked, but open ice cream store is open for other stuff]

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"Something cold and sweet," Zack decided, leaning over a little to get a better look at the flavors that were available this evening. "The banana splits are really good! Or you can do like I do and just point at flavors at random."

It turned into an ice cream adventure, that way.

He was bouncing again. He'd been given sugar in swordplay class!

"...that sounds like a great idea," Jennifer said. "We she get a big one, a bunch of different flavors, and split it."

"Split the split?" Zack grinned at that, and then nodded, pointing at a few random flavors in the freezer. "How about whatever those are. Oh! Or maybe a bit of everything from the right side of the case!"

Zack did not understand the concept of eating sweets in moderation, no. Should he?

"...You're lucky I burn a lot of calories," Jennifer said, laughing a little.

"The sugar will help," Zack decided, grinning even more broadly. "Especially if we get chocolate sauce and extra sprinkles."

Also, if they did that, they would not be sleeping tonight. But who needed sleep anyhow? Sleep was for the weak!

"Wow," Jennifer said. "You really know how to treat a girl." She smiled. "Perfect."

And now Zack was sticking out his chest a little, trying not to look too proud of himself.

"It's a rare talent," he decided. Because it so totally was! Truly! "And it isn't like we've actually had dinner or anything, so we can really overdose on ice cream without getting full too quickly."

He had this down to a science! Except for the inevitable tummyache at the end. He was still working on that part.

"I'm blaming my inevitable grumbly tummy on you," Jennifer said. "Just so you know."

Zack had, in response to that, a lopsided smile and a shrug.

"I have remedies for that part," he replied. "They're supposed to be for fixing you up when you get poisoned or cursed or turned into a frog, but they're just as good at helping with an upset stomach, I've found."

Magic! Handy thing, that!

"You've been holding out on me," Jennifer said.

She paused.

"Wait, turned into a frog?"

"Yeah, yeah, I know. It's weird," Zack replied, shrugging and rolling hs eyes good-naturedly. "Only kinda not really, where I'm from. People get shrunk down to maybe a foot tall, too. Or turned into stone. The frog thing isn't too bad. It happens all the time around Gongaga, where I grew up."

He was not homesick at all. Sssh.

"Neat," Jennifer said. "Ever have it happen to you?"

"Oh, all the time," Zack laughed. "When you go out into the woods near where I lived, there are frogs all over the place. And if they punch you," he demonstrated with a quick one-two at thin air, "then you'll turn into one, too!"

"That's kinda cute," Jennifer said. "And it doesn't take a kiss to turn you back?"

"Actually, Maiden's Kiss will do it!"

Not that kind of kiss, Zack. Though in retrospect, that probably worked, too.

"I could show you, sometime! It isn't difficult to get impalers, really. I could just order some from Gongaga! Uh. I mean, if you really want to see me as a frog. It's nothing special. It's just... poof! Frog."

It took a special kind of guy to volunteer to be turned into a wee amphibian just for your amusement, damn it.

"...I kinda like you shaped like you," Jennifer said. "Thanks for the offer, though."

"Anytime!" Zack reached out to take the Banana Split of Doom from the guy at the counter, and then paid for it before turning back to Jen. "It's only temporary, anyhow. You can totally sleep off being a frog, you know."

"Though I don't think Robin would like the idea of being a frog as a disease thing," Jennifer said.

"Oh, there's nothing the matter with Robin," Zack noted, frowning thoughtfully. "He's been a frog his entire life, you know? But when you haven't been, and being a teeny little frog means that the Kimara Bugs and the Flower Prongs that are trying to kill you are going to suddenly find you to be bite-sized and unable to lift up your sword or cast a spell against them, it's kinda inconvenient."

Just a teeny bit.

"...yeah, that sounds bad," Jennifer said. "Let's hope I don't ever have to deal with that."

"All things taken into consideration," Zack mused, holding the ice cream out toward her as a sort of peace-offering, "I don't think it's going to be an issue. Unless it's something that Fandom tries to pull. I've been a puppy twice now."

"We should go sit," Jennifer said. "That'll make eating easier."

"What, you don't like eating ice-cream standing up?" Zack smirked a little, grabbing a spoon and practically dive-bombing the banana split with it, before waving the spoonful toward Jen's face. "It could be fun! Like an adventure!"

An ice-cream adventure! Standing up! Resist the rules and regulations of the establishment! Freedom for ice-cream eaters!

Jennifer bit at the spoon, playfully. "Ooooh. Rebel."

"Don't you know it!"

And now he was totally reaching out with the spoon with the full intention of doinking her on the end of the nose with it. Jen and chocolate sauce seemed like a good combination to him. Wasn't it?

Jennifer made an amused face, crossing her eyes slightly at her nose.

"Is this a good look for me?"

"I haven't really seen a look for you that isn't," Zack decided, taking a half-step back to admire his handiwork. "But if you don't like it, I guess I could help you clean it off?"

Oh, puppy. You know not of what you speak.

"...Oh really?" Jennifer said. "And how do you propose that?"

Jen asked silly questions!

"With a napkin!"

Zack was only teasing. Honest. He demonstrated this fact by leaning forward and kissing her on the end of her nose. See? No more chocolate. Problem solved!

Jen filed this moment away for future evil scheming.

"My hero," she said, smiling broadly.

"Don't thank me," Zack laughed. "Thank the napkin."

Dork.

"And how do you propose that?" Jennifer said.

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