Chilly Boulder, Saturday Noon-ish
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It had started out as just Beau deciding that Jester absolutely had to have the full Chilly Boulder ice cream experience while she was here, and that meant getting the Skywalker special. They'd gamely tried to polish it off between the two of them and were nowhere near looking like they'd be able to manage that.
"Let's get Yasha," Jester suggested about a quarter of the way into the gigantic ice cream monstrosity. "Maybe she can help with this."
Beau snickered. "What is she gonna do, like, rage-eat?"
Jester smothered a little snicker of her own with a mouthful of rainbow sherbet. "Maybe? That might be cool."
"Yeah, not gonna lie, I kinda want to see that," Beau agreed, jabbing her spoon into a scoop of something that looked like chocolate with way too many things mixed into it. "Plus, you know, it's like ... ice cream. Not really sure if that's something she's -- do they have ice cream in Xhorhas?"
"Mmm, no idea." Xhorhas was literally that much of an enigma to all of western Wynandir. Jester raised both hands in a broad, exaggerated shrug. "Do you want me to --"
"No, I'll do it," Beau interrupted, pulling out her phone and starting to punch in a text message. "Don't burn any spells if you don't have to." Because ... the island might get invaded all of a sudden, and then Jester might need that third level spell slot or something. Sure.
As they discovered shortly after Yasha arrived, rage-eating wasn't actually a thing barbarians could do, but even without that Yasha did a pretty good job of helping them make serious inroads into the ludicrously gigantic ice cream dish.
Which was ... a lot of sugar, in the end, even if they didn't quite finish it.
The upshot of which was that now, Beau was sitting at their sidewalk table with her phone out to record full video, whooping very loud and obnoxious encouragement as a five-foot-three blue tiefling in a cute little dress ran up and down the street in front of the shop giving a piggyback ride to an extremely pale woman with a giant sword who had at least eight inches of height and a pretty good amount of muscle mass on her.
It was, uh. Quite the sight, probably.
[OOC: Jester (the second strongest, second smallest member of the Mighty Nein) giving Yasha (the strongest) a piggyback ride is 100% canon and I love it. Up early because if I put it off until I wake up it's never gonna get posted. I know me. But hey, 3/7 of the M9 are in the house, so open!YES I EDITED WHEN I REALIZED I GOOFED ON HEIGHTS SHUT UP.]
"Let's get Yasha," Jester suggested about a quarter of the way into the gigantic ice cream monstrosity. "Maybe she can help with this."
Beau snickered. "What is she gonna do, like, rage-eat?"
Jester smothered a little snicker of her own with a mouthful of rainbow sherbet. "Maybe? That might be cool."
"Yeah, not gonna lie, I kinda want to see that," Beau agreed, jabbing her spoon into a scoop of something that looked like chocolate with way too many things mixed into it. "Plus, you know, it's like ... ice cream. Not really sure if that's something she's -- do they have ice cream in Xhorhas?"
"Mmm, no idea." Xhorhas was literally that much of an enigma to all of western Wynandir. Jester raised both hands in a broad, exaggerated shrug. "Do you want me to --"
"No, I'll do it," Beau interrupted, pulling out her phone and starting to punch in a text message. "Don't burn any spells if you don't have to." Because ... the island might get invaded all of a sudden, and then Jester might need that third level spell slot or something. Sure.
As they discovered shortly after Yasha arrived, rage-eating wasn't actually a thing barbarians could do, but even without that Yasha did a pretty good job of helping them make serious inroads into the ludicrously gigantic ice cream dish.
Which was ... a lot of sugar, in the end, even if they didn't quite finish it.
The upshot of which was that now, Beau was sitting at their sidewalk table with her phone out to record full video, whooping very loud and obnoxious encouragement as a five-foot-three blue tiefling in a cute little dress ran up and down the street in front of the shop giving a piggyback ride to an extremely pale woman with a giant sword who had at least eight inches of height and a pretty good amount of muscle mass on her.
It was, uh. Quite the sight, probably.
[OOC: Jester (the second strongest, second smallest member of the Mighty Nein) giving Yasha (the strongest) a piggyback ride is 100% canon and I love it. Up early because if I put it off until I wake up it's never gonna get posted. I know me. But hey, 3/7 of the M9 are in the house, so open!