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"Definitely NOT the ice cream parlor," Poppy replied, cringing theatrically at the thought. She worked there on a daily basis, which was already more than enough in her book. She'd be secretly happy if she never had to waltz into that shop again, but of course she'd miss the delicious ice cream, and the honing of her epic skills behind the counter. She had a love/hate relationship with the establishment.
"Hmm, maybe we can go buy popcorn and tons of candy and risk the cavaties while we have a movie marathon?" She shrugged nonchalantly. Suddenly her eyes lit with an idea. "Or we can throw a big fat awesome house party."