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[echolocating.livejournal.com]

[ tucked against the corner of the couch, head lolling a bit as he dazes, an arm loosely wrapped around nathan's waist. the touch is as unintrusive as it gets -- relaxed and open so that nathan can get away anytime he wishes. twitches once in a while in his daze, however, still relatively aware as people appears & disappears in the map in his head. ]

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[echolocating.livejournal.com]

[ ... naturally hones in only on the first half. ]

< Hilda is not old! >

[amusieren.livejournal.com]

[ decides to humor him: ]

< Really~? >

[echolocating.livejournal.com]

< Really! >

[amusieren.livejournal.com]

[ throws her arms around him into a hug. ]

< Aw, you're such a good boy! >

[echolocating.livejournal.com]

[ hugs back automatically. ]

< I am a good boy! And Hilda is not old. >

[amusieren.livejournal.com]

[ ruffles his hair a bit, giving him a forehead smooch. ]

< If Caleb says so, then I will believe it! >

[amusieren.livejournal.com]

[ pulls back, taking his hand again. ]

< Come! Let us go before all the good ice cream is gone! >

[echolocating.livejournal.com]

[ this time tugs her along, leading them to the closest (approaching) ice cream truck. ]

< What flavour does Hilda want? >

[amusieren.livejournal.com]

< Just vanilla. > [ pats her stomach with her free hand, giving him a wink. ] < Gotta watch my weight, after all! >

[echolocating.livejournal.com]

[ glances at her tummy on cue. & then rubs at the back of his head with his free hand. ]

< Erm. . . if I get mango, can we still share bites. . . ? >

[amusieren.livejournal.com]

[ laughs, thoroughly amused. ]

< Of course we can! >

[echolocating.livejournal.com]

< Hilda's stomach won't get upset? >

[amusieren.livejournal.com]

< Nope! > [ shoots him the thumbs-up. ] < My stomach can take anything! >

[echolocating.livejournal.com]

[ laughs a bit. ]

< Stomach of steel! >

1/2

[amusieren.livejournal.com]

[ jabs her fist in the air. ]

< Of steel! >

[amusieren.livejournal.com]

[ peers at the selection when they reach the ice cream truck, looking surprised. ]

< So colorful! It's been a while since I've seen so many different kinds! >

[echolocating.livejournal.com]

[ nods while looking at the available flavours, wondering which of them is mango. in the end gives up (what would a 'rocket' taste like?) & asks the driver instead. ]

Mango?

[amusieren.livejournal.com]

[ while she's too busy peering at all the fun-looking ones, humming. there's a dramatic pause before she points to one of said colorful ones, looking both pleased and amused (at herself). ]

[echolocating.livejournal.com]

[ gives up on his attempted communication with the driver & follows after hilda's example to point to the 'rocket' ice cream, his curiosity getting the better of him. ]

Danke!

[amusieren.livejournal.com]

[ pulls out her wallet, pleased when realizing that she had some spare dollar bills tucked away. takes the ice cream and hands caleb his. ]

< Well, a new experience is worth trying, right? >

[echolocating.livejournal.com]

[ starts unwrapping his immediately. ]

< Yeah! Home doesn't let me try a spaceship ice cream. >

[amusieren.livejournal.com]

[ laughs and ruffles his hair. ]

< Then it had better be delicious! >

[echolocating.livejournal.com]

[ peers at her choice. ]

< What is Hilda's called? >

[amusieren.livejournal.com]

[ pauses in taking off the wrapper, peering at the title on it. ]

< Rainbow Pop! >

[ ... and then takes a bite of it. ]

[echolocating.livejournal.com]

[ stares at intently, waiting for her reaction. ]

< . . . Good? >