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Chilly Boulder, Saturday mid-morning

Chilly Boulder lacked a hitching post, which would be because Fandom wasn't located in the Old West and its customers rarely arrived on horses. They did, however, sometimes arrive on dragons. Well, a dragon, anyway, and Toothless touched down neatly in the narrow street.

He made himself comfortable, curling into a neat curve outside the shop window, while his person and the other person he quite liked went inside. The lack of hitching posts wasn't a problem, since he had no intention of going anywhere until he'd had his ice cream.

"So," Hiccup said as he gazed upon the wonder that was Chilly Boulder's ice cream selection. "This is ice cream. What do you think?"

[OOC: For the One-With-The-Swagger, but the shop is open for your ice cream needs!]

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Dragon rides did add a certain swagger to Cara's step, after taking a moment to nod a 'hello ladies' to the ~~NPC~~ staff, she looked over the various tubs of ice cream. "It looks...cold?" And better than most of her cooking, so there was that.

Hiccup looked at Cara, then at the ice cream, then back to Cara. "It is indeed cold. Also delicious, not that I'm used to this many flavours. Or options." He eyed the menu boards and the ice cream closely, then grinned. "But there's no Smoked Herring Crunch and that's got to be a good sign." He waved a hand. "Anything you want, it's on me."

Sadly, Hiccup was not Cara, and thus probably didn't realise how that might have sounded. But if he listened to her as she raised an eyebrow and said "I thought this wasn't a romance thing?" he could think like her.

Hiccup had a lifetime of experience being the target of pointed looks and raised eyebrows, to the point he was fluent in both. When Cara didn't say anything, he looked away from the ice cream, and his fond contemplation of exactly how many different kinds of topping they had, to glance at her.

It took him a second, and then the fluency kicked in. "What? No!" He skittered away from her, not that there was far to go before he ran up against the wall. "No no no." He held up his hands. "I have a job. They give me money and I don't have much to spend it on and my girlfriend is wonderful and, more importantly, she's terrifying and it was a friendly offer that's all! I swear to Odin!"

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Cara looked down, then up, and Hiccup was now in an ice-cream parlour with a Mord'Sith who was barely keeping from laughing. This was a far more fun result than Richard just ignoring her when she teased him.

Mean Cara.

"I know, I know" she said, after she thought he'd flailed enough. "You're attached and and I'm... not interested in you like that. At all."

HIs heartfelt sigh of relief could possibly have been construed as insulting. Then he grinned at her. "Not sure how you could resist all this," he gestured at himself, "but it's for the best. Heartbreak is so painful." He moved back to stand beside her. "Now, ice cream. I'm going to have a sundae, a large sundae, with many flavours, and hot fudge sauce and caramel sauce and whipped cream and cherries and nuts." And probably a stomach ache.

Apart from the last three items, Cara wasn't entirely sure what Hiccup was actually ordering. Which was a sad loss for her teasing and a win for his dignity.

Instead she studied the selection of ice creams more closely, wondering how exactly they'd achieved the some of lurid colours. Eventually one nearly the colour of her agiels caught her eye. "I'll have that one. Just that one. By itself."

Had it been anyone else, Hiccup might have tried to convince her to try something more that just that one by itself. But it was Cara, who reminded him more than a little of the Vikings he'd grown up with, so he simply ordered just that one along with his ridiculous sundae.

"And a large bowl of strawberry, dragon-sized." It was a measure of the resilience of Fandom's ~~NPCs~~ citizens that she didn't even blink, simply handed over a giant bowl, a medium sized bowl, and a smaller bowl.

"Right." He rubbed his hands together. "I'll go give Toothless his if you want to take ours to a table?"

Cara nodded. "I can do that."

As she carried them over to an unoccupied table, she studied the bowls with no small amount of curiosity. Were she not Mord'Sith, she might have been vaguely intimidated by Hiccup's ridiculous sundae.

Toothless did a happy foot shuffle as Hiccup set his bowl of ice cream in front of him then plunged his head into the bowl. Hiccup grinned, patted his head, and went back inside to grab a seat in front of his ridiculous sundae.

And hesitated, a bit uncertain as to where he should start eating from. He had a feeling that destabilising it would result in a lap full of ice cream. The possibility that it might not be his lap made him very careful as he sampled a bit of whip cream and caramel. "I love this place," he said happily.

Cara was equally careful as she tried a spoonful from her bowl, though for different reasons. "It's cold." She could taste wine as well as some kind of berries. "Like flavoured snow." Which wasn't exactly a bad thing as far as Cara was concerned.

Hiccup paused with a spoonful halfway to his mouth. "You've never had ice cream before," he said. He was quick on the uptake, yes. "They don't have ice cream where you come from?"

Cara shook her head. "Wizards can do some things with ice, but not like this."

If they could, they would have to roll Zedd around the Midlands.

Hiccup couldn't help smiling a tiny little bit, because even though she hadn't known what ice cream was, she'd still agreed to come with him. And no, he had no intention of voicing that thought.

"That means you've never had hot fudge and whip cream and cherries and nuts," was what he said instead, in a voice that indicated just how tragic that fact was. Not that he'd known what those thing were before he'd come here, either. He pushed his bowl of ridiculous sundae closer, turning it so a particularly delicious bit was facing her. "Try some, right there. Trust me, you'll like it."

Cara eyed the ridiculous sundae warily. "I've had cream, cherries and nuts before." Even if she didn't remember cherries being quite that colour.

He shook his head. "Not like this," he promised and nudged it closer.

Cara really wasn't sure about this, but rather than risk the ice cream getting nudged far enough it ended up in her lap, she reached over to scoop up a sample of the various toppings on the sundae.

She studied her spoon, it looked very...sticky.

Hiccup glanced at the spoon, then back up at her, giving her an ecouraging smile (looking, it should be noted, remarkably like Toothless at his most endearing).

Still eyeing Hiccup and the sundae warily, Cara put the sticky, syrupy spoon in her mouth.

"Sweet." she managed after a moment. "Really sweet." There wasn't exactly a whole lot of refined sugar in the Midlands, so this was a bit much even for someone with a sweet tooth

He grinned and took a big spoonful for himself. "Isn't it great?" said when he finsihed. "Took me a bit to get used to it, because Berk? Has nothing this good. But once you do, it's hard to resist."

"If you say so." For her part, she was extremely glad they'd gone flying before he ate that, instead of after.

He just grinned again. "So, if you don't have ice cream, what do you eat for fun?" he asked. Because, yes, ice cream was fun. More fun than smoked fish and sheep's milk, anyway.

"Food which tastes good?" She didn't think Hiccup would really appreciate any stories about Shadrin liver. "I'm not really a good person to ask about things like that."

He could probably spend hours on the topic with Zedd though.

He nodded, taking another thoughtful bite of his sundae. "Then I won't ask you about that," he said. Another bite, equally as thoughtful, and then he brightened. "I'm building a contraption to launch water balloons off the roof. It's not quite finished yet, but once it is, that could be fun."

No, he had no idea why he'd suddenly decided that Cara having fun was a worthwhile goal; if pressed, he'd probably blame the Doctor.

Cara had fun. Just not the kind that most other people did.

"You mean like a trebuchet?" Mord'Sith didn't get involved in siege warfare very often, so Cara hadn't used them much, but they definitely fell under what she'd consider fun.

"Exactly like a trebuchet! Except more with the spinning and less with the," he sketched out a shape in the air, "large. It's got four nets, so you can load four balloons up at a time, then just launch and spin, launch and spin and someone else can relaod it. It still has some," he waggled a hand, "calibration issues, but once those are sorted, Toothless and me are going to fly it up to the roof and test it out!"

"Are these the kind of calibration issues that result in getting hit with your own ammunition?"

Hiccup gazed at the ceiling, as if it was suddenly incredibly interesting. "...maybe," he finally admitted, then waved his hand and grinned at her. "But it was only once, okay, twice if you count the first time, but I'll get them worked out."

Cara found that far more amusing than she probably should. "You'll need to, I don't have spare leathers if these get wet."

And there was Hiccup imagining a Cara in wet leathers.

No, not like that.

He was imagining a very wet, very cranky, very scary Cara--Cara, who reminded him so much of the Vikings he'd grown up with--and he paled a little. "Uh, no. No, we don't want you to get hit with a water balloon. Or any sort of water carrying device. Especially not if it's my fault. I'll make sure its perfect first, get Calvin to help me test it." He didn't care if Calvin got hit with a water balloon, since Calvin wasn't likely to, you know, do him bodily harm.

Cara didn't know who Calvin was, but it was almost certain he was far less likely to respond to an accidental soaking with violence.

"Good, soakings are for other people."

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