Second Floor Common Room, Friday Afternoon
Cream? Check.
Milk? Check.
As many different types of chocolate as they could find? Check.
Enough other various toppings and ingredients to open up a grocery store? Check and double-check.
The second floor common room's kitchen had been transformed. Bowls filled with fruit, candy, chocolate pieces, and other various ingredients were strewn about the counter. Tiny bottles filled with lemon, vanilla, and peppermint extracts lined up like soldiers awaiting deployment. Every available surface in the fridge was filled with cartons of heavy cream and gallons of milk.
In the center of it all, whirring in self-important splendor, was the ice cream maker Ben had gotten for his birthday.
"This," Karla breathed as she glanced around the kitchen one more time, "is going to be epic."
Milk? Check.
As many different types of chocolate as they could find? Check.
Enough other various toppings and ingredients to open up a grocery store? Check and double-check.
The second floor common room's kitchen had been transformed. Bowls filled with fruit, candy, chocolate pieces, and other various ingredients were strewn about the counter. Tiny bottles filled with lemon, vanilla, and peppermint extracts lined up like soldiers awaiting deployment. Every available surface in the fridge was filled with cartons of heavy cream and gallons of milk.
In the center of it all, whirring in self-important splendor, was the ice cream maker Ben had gotten for his birthday.
"This," Karla breathed as she glanced around the kitchen one more time, "is going to be epic."