Trying not to jump too far out of his skin when Gwen suddenly appeared, Mitch smiled even wider before letting out a laugh. Looking at her ice cream, he had to agree with her. "I guess they figure that if you're not completely stuffed by the end, they haven't done their job."
He looked down at his own cone of ice cream. "Strawberry. I always get strawberry. I'm not very adventurous. What flavor did you get? I could help you with yours." He, like most guys his age, had a bottomless pit for a stomach.
"I think this is a perfect day for ice cream," he stated as he ate his own. "Not raining and not so hot that our ice cream is ice soup." He nodded his head slightly. "You chose wisely."