Charlie laughed quietly, taking the ice cream off of him. She took care of the especially soft parts that threatened to melt if she didn’t act quickly. Once she was sure that nothing would dribble down and make a mess she smiled at him.
“That’s an understatement. Ice cream is my therapy. It’s probably not the healthiest way to go about things, but it’s delicious.” She gave it another quick lick, savoring the taste.
“I’m glad you thought of this. What had you feeling like ice cream tonight?” Charlie looked at Andy curiously.