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fandomtownies2014-05-21 11:55 am
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Chilly Boulder, Wednesday Afternoon
It was a beautiful day. Well, perhaps apart from the air being heavy like a thunderstorm was on its way, but even that could be enjoyed as a display of the grandeur of the natural world. Ichabod had found a table at Chilly Boulder, where he waited for miss Bowen to meet him for an introduction to ice cream, one of her favourite desserts from this time, by the sound of it. He looked forward to the experience, and even more so for sharing it with miss Bowen, the thought of whom made his face warm slightly.
The waitress stopped by his table. Ichabod looked up, and smiled at the pretty girl. "Madam, I am waiting for a friend to join me, and will postpone ordering anything until she arrives. She has promised to be my guide in entering the world of ice cream, which I have been told is an exqusite treat."
The waitress blinked. "That's ok," she said.
Ichabod adjusted the collar of his coat self-consciously. "You see, we are both from times where places like this are not to be found, but she, having been here longer than me, has kindly offered to share her experiences of the modern world with me."
While most of the customers here liked ice cream, and many were from odd places, the waitress smiled tensely at this display of enthusiasm, which seemed a little exaggregated for, well, ice cream. "I'll be back when she gets here then," she said and fled.
[Ichabod is here for Celia, but open]
The waitress stopped by his table. Ichabod looked up, and smiled at the pretty girl. "Madam, I am waiting for a friend to join me, and will postpone ordering anything until she arrives. She has promised to be my guide in entering the world of ice cream, which I have been told is an exqusite treat."
The waitress blinked. "That's ok," she said.
Ichabod adjusted the collar of his coat self-consciously. "You see, we are both from times where places like this are not to be found, but she, having been here longer than me, has kindly offered to share her experiences of the modern world with me."
While most of the customers here liked ice cream, and many were from odd places, the waitress smiled tensely at this display of enthusiasm, which seemed a little exaggregated for, well, ice cream. "I'll be back when she gets here then," she said and fled.
[Ichabod is here for Celia, but open]