"Oh, you love me," Chelsea said, pulling him up. "And just think of that as another wonderful performance by the amazing Thomas Jacobsen. People would've paid to see you make slushies fly past them."
She hugged him back, then kissed his cheek. "Hello, friend," she returned with a grin. "I think I'll be able to survive without a slushie. It might be difficult, but I think I'll be able to pull through. If it was coffee, though, then this would be a totally different conversation." She tucked her hair behind her ear. "So! What do you have in mind for our 'wicked fun' day?"