Derby slowly turned to regard the ice cream, sniffing at it like a persian cat who had just been presented with Pedigree instead of Fancy Feast. 'Good taste is easy to recognize,' went the catchphrase. The dessert was in one of those cardboard-like cones, and wrapped in paper. Well... perhaps with a spoon, and as long as no one else he knew walked by. He took the ice cream without saying thank you, snatching a plastic spoon out of a box on a hot dog stand, and proceeded to stab at the perfect dome of ebony ice cream. Once he had thoroughly destroyed the sturdy form and softened it up, he lifted a sliver of the chocolate-chipped confection to his mouth.
It was edible, in fact. It gave him a guilty feeling, like visiting the Burger Burger at two in the morning in secret because dawn simply could not come without devouring one of those equally disgusting and equally alluring liquid turds that passed as chocolate milkshakes. Derby said none of this to Tad. Not a breathed word.
"Where is yours?" he said instead. He would be damned if he'd stand here in public eating poor people ice cream alone.
But as he glanced over Tad's shoulder, something else caught his eye. Derby lowered the ice cream, tilting his Dolce and Gabbana sunglasses down his sculpted nose.
"My God, Spencer. Do my eyes deceive me?" he murmured. After the initial surprise wore away, a wicked smirk painted over his lips. He spoke loudly enough that perhaps the roly-poly redhead standing across the boardwalk from them could hear. "That's so charming. The carnival has sent out the midgets to amuse us as we stroll."