Aubrey Summers (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} demipointe) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} heureuxlake, |
"Since we were about 15," Aubrey agreed, though that probably wasn't quite true. It had taken them time to settle into their friendship, to discover that underneath all the obvious differences, there was something at their core that made them click. As adults, though, they were definitely reading from the same book 90 per cent of the time, even when they weren't on exactly the same page.
Nodding seriously, she absorbed the information he gave her as if it was important. "We'll have to see if there's any leftover from your last Cherry Garcia kick, because I'm not buying you a whole new tub when I know you barely made any progress into that lemon sorbet I picked up." Ice cream was ice cream, even if Aubrey didn't have Reggie's current favourite when he came over, he usually ate it without complaining. "I, on the other hand, am not only so stuck in my ways that I always buy the same ice cream for myself, it's also always mint, which feels like some kind of Winter Court cliché." She did love it, though, especially when the ice cream was particularly creamy and the chocolate chips were dark chocolate.
Now that the rather terrible performance of some song about roses had finished, Aubrey sat up a little straighter. "I think I could go back in." Reggie wasn't going to suggest she sing again, not just because she'd had an anxiety attack over it but also because she had exactly one karaoke song in her arsenal and she'd already used it.