Even though it was a November night and there was a hint of chill in the air, it was never too cold for ice cream. Alicia had playfully kicked off her heels and lifted her feet into George's lap as she played with her treat, a dark chocolate deep fried ice cream with hot caramel interior that magically kept each layer at the perfect temperature.
Thankfully, the good food and better company had kept her mind from thoughts of bad dreams and dangerous witches, and instead focused on the moment. And speaking of the moment...
"So, be honest - if you had to choose one, would you rather be a vampire or a werewolf?"