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[cloakanddaikon]

[Outside the mess hall, just as the sun begins to set, there's a Nobody who has, it seemed, managed to find an old-fashioned ice cream churn. Every so often, he pauses to check the thickening pale blue cream inside, adding salt not only to the ice around the central container, but to the ice cream itself]

There. That should about do it.

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[parttime_fang]

[Happens to be walking by towards the Mess Hall.]

... Unusual to see you this far out.

[And trying very valiantly not to be pinged]

[cloakanddaikon]

[it's ice cream. Fresh ice cream]

Hello Agito. I do spend some time in the main body of camp -- it's just normally at hours when there are not as many people about.

[parttime_fang]

[Can see... dammit. Looks weird though.]

Probably saves a fuckload of annoyances anyway.

[cloakanddaikon]

Things tend to be overly crowded otherwise.

Do you have ice cream in your world?

[parttime_fang]

[Vague nod and sudden extra flair of interest]

That's what it is? Why the fuck is it blue?

[cloakanddaikon]

The colour comes from a combination of the sea salt and the frost shards used to help it set.

[parttime_fang]

[Coming over to examine it is PURELY CURIOSITY]

Frost shards?

[cloakanddaikon]

You could think of them as condensed ice magic. The salt in the cream would otherwise make it difficult to freeze.

[parttime_fang]

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You got spare bowls or making it for someone else?

[cloakanddaikon]

If you would do me the favour of fetching some bowls and spoons from the mess hall, you're welcome to have some yourself.

[parttime_fang]

[... So there's that long second of FRESH FREE ICE CREAM versus pride and image of the Fang King... ... Some pings are far too hard to ignore. ...

... Returns with a fair stack of bowls and a small handful of spoons, a few minutes later]

[cloakanddaikon]

[Agito: Fang King, supreme badass -- and errand boy]

Thank you, Agito. I hadn't realized this would draw quite the amount of interest it has.

[parttime_fang]

[SOME THINGS ARE JUSTIFIED]

I was heading that way anyway. Fuck. ANYTHING draws interest in this place.

[cloakanddaikon]

That is unfortunately quite true.

[scoops out a bowlful]

Here. The first taste may be a bit of a surprise, but you are welcome to more if you like it.

[parttime_fang]

[Accepts and sits down with it, back to a tree... and keeping a VERY WARY eye on Spitfire and a good grip on the bowl. Bastard]

Pick somewhere off the fucking path if you don't want anyone prying.

[Tries] ........

[cloakanddaikon]

[well, that tension is certainly noted]

I will certainly keep that in mind for next time.