Zinny let out a little sound of surprise as Holt picked her up, but she instinctively wrapped her legs around him, holding on tight with them and her arms as he carried her to the kitchen. Once she was settled on the countertop, she watched him happily as he went about getting all the stuff for the ice cream. Him? Get fat? Yeah, right. Zinny chuckled at the thought. "Like you could ever get fat." She'd never seen him with his shirt off, but she could feel the muscles underneath his clothes whenever she held onto him. From what she could tell, he was kinda ripped.
Quickly grabbing the chocolate syrup, she opened it up and poured a bit into her mouth without letting the bottle touch her lips. "Can we make a drink with chocolate and tequila?" she asked thickly as she tried to swallow the syrup.