Chilly Boulder Ice Creamery, Sunday Afternoon

[death_of_hope]

Whatever bout of Fandom strangeness was going on had completely passed Anemone by.

For once, she was not pleased about it.

Which is why she's grabbed a spot at Chilly Boulder with her sketchbook and colors.  If she doesn't get have to put up with children of her own, she's going to eat her ice cream and watch all the other make-shift families run

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[inthereflexes]

Jack was wandering around and ended up craving some ice cream. He was avoiding all of the children that had seemed to pop up.

He waved at the pink-haired girl.

[death_of_hope]

"Hey Jack," she said, waving a pencil at him. "Are you childless too?"

[inthereflexes]

"YEs?" he replied. "You don't have one? I thought it was just me," he said, collapsing into a chair. "Man, that's too much to handle. First the prom thing and kids overnight?"

[death_of_hope]

"It's punishment for everyone that got laid after Prom," she decided, leaning back in her chair. "I blame the seniors."

[inthereflexes]

Jack smirked. Smirked a lot, actually. "Glad I don't have one," he grinned. "I think Annette'd kill me."