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[ of course, as it turns out, the one thing that she's forgotten to mention to lyssa was the fact that she didn't really have a convenient method of transportation. all she'd asked for the location & time, thinking that would have been enough. of course it hadn't been.

... oh well.

hooking her small messenger bag-slash-purse on her shoulder, she bids her dad goodbye after reassuring him that she'll be back by ten (yes, yes, don't worry, just the mall--). & promptly feels glad that she left two hours before the time she's supposed to meet lyssa 'cause she just missed the bus & the next one won't be arriving for another half-hour. she settles down, pews & waits. long story short (after she subtracts the bus ride & all the weird things her hair is doing in the humidity), she manages to get to the mall in once piece: none of her organs are missing, her dress isn't ripped up, & no one had shoved her head down a toilet. day's pretty good so far (where's wood to knock on when she needed some?). 'cept the fact that she's probably a few minutes late, but--

... oh well.

she'll apologize to lyssa as soon as she can find him. ]

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Do you wanna order? [ or should she? --wait she should, she wants to use her debit card!

shuffles on over to the counter with that thought in mind, nodding. points to the mango & rainbow sherbet, each in a waffle cone. pauses briefly to look at lyssa. is waffle cone okay? ]

[ and he lets her do her thing, hands slipping into his pockets as he waits it out. turns his attention back to her when she gives him that look, nodding in approval to her silent question (& is equally quiet, knowing she'll pick it up just as well as he did with her). ]

[ pays for their treats & hands the cone with the rainbow sherbet to lyssa.

'enjoy!' she's thinking while taking a bite of her ice cream. nods in approval. ]

It's good.

Thank you! [ takes it, licking off a big glob to taste test the sherbet. ] It has successfully met my approval as well.

This is why I like this place. [ her favourite, actually. ]

[ lifts his free hand to gently pet her ~~poof~~ hair. ]

And I'm sure it likes you too.

[ the poof seems to wiggle & begin to grow, having a mind of its own as usual. ]

I hope so. I'm faithful.

[ gives her hair another fond stroke (...? was it growing? oh well) before going back to his ice cream. ]

Sit inside or out?

[ glances around, noting the quietness of the store. ]

Inside?

Inside it is!

[ makes a beeline to one of the tables near the window, pulling out a seat for both of them. makes himself comfortable, looking satisfied as he continues to munch on his treat. ]

[ settles into the other seat that lyssa had pulled out, arranging her dress around her so that she's at optimal comfort. then leans back & enjoys her treat in silence, alternating between thinking about everything (ponies, gundams, the prom... nah on the last one) & nothing. ]

[ om nom nom... for a while, anyway, turning his attention back to her after another customer comes and goes. ]

So what are you going to do for graduation? Go out to dinner with your dad?

I think so. He said he booked the day off. [ takes another bite. ] You?

Probably have a family get-together. I'm really excited about that, I haven't seen my cousins in a long time! Especially my cute aunt's daughter. She's getting pretty big now!

[ nods, thinking oh, that sounds really nice. ]

How old is she? [ the kid, she means. ]

Four. [ sits up a bit straighter in his seat, looking distinctly proud. ] I think she likes me the best.

Do you spoil her?

Absolutely!

Ice cream? Cookies? [ clothes, toys, ponies, cars, an all-paid trip to japan? ]

Anything she wants!

Lucky baby.

It's all because of love, my dearest muse.

[ nods in agreement. ]

That too.

[ also nods, only because he mostly focuses on that last point. after nomming more of his ice cream, he gets an idea. ]

Hey, if you guys are free after dinner, you're more than welcome to come to my party.

[ considers this with a small hum. ]

I'll ask my dad. [ to see if he can handle an extra serving of sparkles. ]