Slushies were always a sort of guilty pleasure to Eve, because of all the ice and all the colorings and whatnot, but once in a while, it was the best thing in the world. Especially on a sunny day.
"I didn't mean alcohol, it's too early for me, but a raspberry slushie sounds just fine. So does a hot dog." Eve said, smiling cheerfully.
Eve snorted at the TARDIS comment. She didn't know anyone else who watched that television show, but her aunt had introduced her to it when she was about sixteen, thinking Eve would like the premise and the wonderfull madness it entailed. Eve did like it very much, and despite not watching it faithfully, it still made for a wonderful night in with ice cream. Or slushies.