"Well, I'm not just saying it. And there's nothing as great as Fudge Ripple there, but there's tea and half a cranberry cake, so if you show up, we'll slice into it, and if not, I'll start my new book. How about that?"
She smiled faintly, picking up the mug. She certainly knew about feeling like an imposition, but she knew about need, too, and wanted to be sure Dean knew it was a genuine offer.
She looked around at the posters, shaking her head as she sipped. Swallowed. "No. They're pretty... Boring. Although that one makes the mint chip kind look pretty good. Maybe I'll switch." She gestured toward a poster with icy mint leaves tucked alongside the scoop, then laughed. "Oh, who am I kidding? I'm Fudge Ripple Girl."