Ah, ice cream. No matter how bad the winter got, not that it was winter yet, or even bad out, it was never too cold for ice cream. That was something Stephanie had decided long ago, when she was still tiny enough for her parents to carry her around. So, when Xander had suggested ice cream, there was no way that Stephanie was going to turn it down.
She couldn't help chuckling a bit as she settled down in the seat across from him, then turned to prop her back against the wall and rest her feet in the chair beside her. Her mom would have fussed about sitting like that in a restaurant but, for one, an ice cream shop hardly counted as a restaurant, and for two, her mom wasn't there. Stephanie had used her own money that she'd gotten working her first job ever to pay for the ice cream, not money she talked her mom into giving her. And that was something that she was pretty proud of. Even if her first job was working at a comic shop where she winced any time she saw someone buy a comic book with the DC logo in the corner. Stupid DC.
"Not until today," she said, answering his question with a grin. "I've only been here three weeks, after all. And I just got a paycheck, so this is pretty much my first time spending any money in Lawrence." And boy wasn't that the truth. "And don't worry, I'll totally remind you to tip them for that."
Stephanie was glad to have gotten Xander out of the apartments because, really, she was pretty sure that he had been less sick and more upset lately. It wasn't something that she was going to bring up, of course, just something she'd suspected considering the night before he started talking about being sick he had said things along the lines of 'All my girls die.' Yes, he was drunk, but she'd seen the conversation that had come before that statement and it wasn't hard to figure out what he meant. Besides, she was a masked hero, she was supposed to be able to figure things out about people based on little clues here and there. Like that statement and the way that his smile didn't quite reach his eyes.
"This ice cream's good though," he said with an approving nod after taking a bite of her coffee flavored ice cream from the waffle cone that held it so securely.