Rowan licked her strawberry swirl, enjoying the buzz of pedestrian and street traffic as
she strolled with Gull.
“That’s not really ice cream,” she told him.
“Maple walnut is not only really ice cream, it’s macho ice cream.”
“Maple’s for syrup. It’s like a condiment. It’s like mustard. Would you eat mustard ice cream?”
“I’m open to all flavors, even your girlie strawberry parfait.”
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She caught herself, shook her head. “Here you are on what I’m sure is very rare and precious free
time, and I’m full of gloom.”
“You need ice cream,” Gull decided. “What flavor?”
“Oh, no, I—”
“Ice cream,” he repeated, “is guaranteed to cut the gloom. What would you like?”
“You might as well pick something,” Rowan told her. “He’ll just keep at you otherwise.”
“Mint chocolate chip. Thank you.”
“I’ll be back in a minute.”
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