Chilly Boulder, Thursday Afternoon

[theotherpeter.livejournal.com]

Peter had no qualms with ditching out of a test. Even if it was ditching out of a test with the cantankerous teacher and buying him ice cream to get a better grade.

So, he headed out to Chilly Boulder, with whatever classmates and the like along for the journey, and arrived there with a smug smile on his face.

"I'll take a scoop of rocky road in a waffle cone," Peter said. "And the old man will take two scoops of chocolate chip on a sugar cone. With a cherry on top."

[ooc: Open to any and all, really.]

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[ivejustinvented.livejournal.com]

"And sprinkles," Farnsworth said. "Rainbow, not chocolate."

Hey, if he was making the Bishop kid get him ice cream, he was getting what he could out of it.

[theotherpeter.livejournal.com]

"So, Professor," Peter said. "How long have you enjoyed your dementia?"

Yes, he was kind of a dick.

[ivejustinvented.livejournal.com]

Well, maybe to people who cared, he might be.

"Oh, you know," Farnsworth said, shrugging a bit and sighing fondly in remembrance, "for as long as I can remember. Seventy? Eighty? Maybe even ninety years?"

He, of course, was being modest. He'd always been demented.

[theotherpeter.livejournal.com]

"No wonder they hired you to teach," Peter said. "You've got over a lifetime's worth of experience."

In being crazy, was the implication. Peter's cone was made and he was paying the clerk for it and Farnsworth's ice cream.

[ivejustinvented.livejournal.com]

"And then some!" Farnsworth added proudly.

You know. Time stuff. Wibbly wobbly. All that jazz.

[theotherpeter.livejournal.com]

Peter licked a bit of his ice cream and thought that over. "How did you end up teaching here, any way?"