Chilly Boulder [noon]

[momslilassassin]

The staff of Chilly Boulder wouldn't let Ben inside.

Okay, that wasn't technically true. There was a small mountain of bags (some of which Ben had sworn he'd shoved into his bunk in his cabin) currently blocking the doorway. He gave a Force-shove to the "TORTURED BY COUSIN" trunk and the "AFRAID OF THE DARK SIDE" set of matched luggage and called into the guy behind the counter, "It's not my fault!"

And nearly got crushed by a falling "USES HUMOR TO DEFLECT ISSUES" crate.

It was shaping up to be quite a day.

[OOC: Ben's here waiting for Kyle but totally interruptible before then.]

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[weetinyreese.livejournal.com]

"You could try setting it on fire," Kyle suggested when he saw Ben's predicament.

[momslilassassin]

"Trust me, I'm tempted," Ben said, making a face and tipping one of the bags over so the wording couldn't be read.

[weetinyreese.livejournal.com]

Kyle didn't try to read any of the bags. "Ice cream?" he suggested. "It's the only other thing I can think of that could make things better."

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Ben nodded, giving the bags blocking the door (including a "USES ICE CREAM TO AVOID TALKING") a good Force-shove out of the way. "Ice cream fixes most things. For the rest, we use bacta."

[weetinyreese.livejournal.com]

"Bacta doesn't sound like it tastes as good." Kyle stepped around the excess baggage to try to reach the store. "But you're the ice cream master. What's good?"

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"What do you like?" Ben asked. "I'm pretty partial to chocolate, myself."

The guys behind the counter waved and greeted Ben by name, and he blushed. "I'm kind of here a lot."

[weetinyreese.livejournal.com]

"It's the same for me at Luke's. They have great burgers. I don't know about ice cream. I like chocolate and vanilla and strawberry."

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Ben took that information in and nodded. "Do you have a nut allergy?"

[weetinyreese.livejournal.com]

"I don't think so. I've never eaten anything I've had a bad reaction to unless it went bad." Mmm food poisoning. Thankfully he'd avoided botulism growing up.

[momslilassassin]

"In that case you should try the chocolate fudge chunk," Ben decided with a nod. "It's very good."

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"You're the authority," Kyle replied with a satisfied nod. He ordered the chocolate fudge chunk. "What are you getting?"

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It had been a really crappy morning. Ben was in need of comfort food. "Banana split," he said, "with double the hot fudge."

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"Hot and cold," Kyle mused. "With added potassium. That's almost a meal."

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"This is what I tell people," Ben said, "but they don't believe me."

[weetinyreese.livejournal.com]

"Maybe it's because it's too sweet," Kyle guessed. "But if it fills you up, it's a meal. Yours is even more of a meal because it has fruit. That's healthy!"

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"Bananas are totally astral," Ben agreed as a tiny duffel labeled "IN DENIAL" landed by his feet.

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Kyle glanced at the bag. "You're getting a lot of that stuff."

[momslilassassin]

"This one especially," Ben said, frowning at it. "It's irritating."

[weetinyreese.livejournal.com]

"Any idea how to get rid of it?"

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"I've been ignoring it," Ben said with a little shrug. "As far as I can tell, it doesn't have my name on it. Lots of people are in denial."

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"It could be mine," Kyle admitted. "Or theirs," he gestured to the server behind the counter.

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"Exactly," Ben said. "As long as they don't come with specific names, I'm not even looking at them."

He'd just decided that.

[weetinyreese.livejournal.com]

Kyle gave a nod of agreement. "We don't need bags to tell us what our problems are. And they don't cover everything anyway. I don't see one that says 'Not enough ice cream'."

[momslilassassin]

"Which is a tragedy, if you ask me," Ben said with a slightly strained laugh. He didn't like the idea of his issues being broadcast for all the world to read.

[weetinyreese.livejournal.com]

"Maybe that bag was too big to be delivered. Or they didn't know who to send it to, since it should belong to everyone."

A footlocker appeared at his feet which read Machines trying to murder everyone he knows. And he'd been doing so well.

Kyle looked down. "Yeah. That one's mine." He tried to push it away with his boot.