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Tristan T. Travers (alliterative) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Tristan took his ice cream scoop with a thank you, picking up the spoon and taking a small bite. He closed his eyes as the vanilla flavour and cold exploded on his tongue. It may have been considered plain by main, but it was the sweetest, most amazing thing he'd tasted in years. As far as he was concerned, it was heaven. He let the bit of ice cream warm and melt on his tongue before swallowing it down, opening his eyes and spooning another small bite into his mouth.

As he slowly and carefully ate his ice cream, he listened to Julian talk about this spa place and its proprietor. He wasn't sure what to make of the bits of information he provided, so he focused briefly on his ice cream and briefly on what else Julian said. Then he focused on sucking on his spoon, his stomach already causing a bit of a struggle against the sweet treat.

"A broom, huh?" Could he even fly one at this point? Was he even allowed? Tristan wasn't sure. Maybe that was a question for his probation officer. "We can get me a broom," he said with a smile, taking another small bite of ice cream.