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.

[euphiemisms]

... never enough to fill the pool?

[anoathkept]

Well, yeah. Sometimes, you kinda want to have it a bunch of times and then it runs out, and it takes time to make. And here it is, lots of it all made.

-You should have one!

[euphiemisms]

But popsicles, usually...!

Ah... they're sweet most of the time, aren't they?

[anoathkept]

These are! They're just ... also kinda salty.

[euphiemisms]

...

[euphiemisms]

... I suppose I have to try, if you like them that much.

[anoathkept]

[reaches down and grabs on by the stick and extends it toward her]

Here you go.

[euphiemisms]

[oooooookay]

[euphiemisms]

It is salty!

[anoathkept]

It's not bad, though, is it?