"But that's the good stuff in life," in food anyway. Slav thought so, sugar was always good. "Well, besides steak, cars and rock music..." 'Sex' was left off the verbal list, but definitely up there.
Surprised, but not about to turn away ice cream, he took the cone. Licking a drop of vanilla that dripped onto his hand, he gave her a confused look. "Cooties?" Really, cooties were pretty far down his list of things to worry about. And she looked about to be his age, although given how thin she was, he could be way off there.
Following her gaze, he too looked down at the plate full of cookies, he shook his head. "No, I'm good. Do you want one?" There was an empty seat across from him, where he was lounging by the little table.