ITP: Popsicles.

[anoathkept]

[suddenly, the pool is no longer filled with chlorine, and other items, but popsicles, of the long, slender, and blue-on-a-stick variety. don't forget salty.

standing near the edge of the pool is Roxas, who looks like he just got Christmas early]

I'm never gonna complain about there being too little of this stuff again.

Comments

[euphiemisms]

... icepops...?

[anoathkept]

Nah, not just any popsicle. This is sea-salt.

[euphiemisms]

I can't say it's a common flavor...

[anoathkept]

Someone in the kitchen makes it a lot, but there's never enough.

[touch_fayth]

Hey, Roxas!

[anoathkept]

Hey. Want one?

[touch_fayth]

Sure! Hey that's your favorite, right?

[anoathkept]

Yeah. I dunno why camp's doing good right now, but I'm not gonna complain.

[canbedeceiving]

[popsicle get!]

Hey, these aren't bad.

[anoathkept]

A lot of people say they're too salty.

[canbedeceiving]

Nothing wrong with that, I say.

[anoathkept]

I kinda figure it's self-explanatory, but it's called sea-salt.

[anenduringoath]

--Whoa! Not bad!

[touch_fayth]

Camp doesn't fail all the time.

[anenduringoath]

First cupcakes, then marshmallows, now this -- I'd say this is pretty good!

[touch_fayth]

... We got cupcakes and I missed it?

[touch_fayth]

Aww, c'mon. Are you gonna let him call me tougher than you?

[touch_fayth]

I have an Ice Gem!