Chilly Boulder, Friday Morning
Ever since the White Witch, Ed hadn't been terribly fond of sweets. Turkish Delight made him turn a peculiar shade of white and while he still liked the occasional sweet food, actual sweets (or candy as the Americans called it) didn't have the same appeal that it once did. Since arriving in Fandom, however, ice cream was an occasional treat that he allowed himself.
Seeing as though it was his birthday, and he didn't have any plans, Edmund made his way down to Chilly Boulder, bought himself an ice cream cone and sat quietly outside the shop eating it.
[OOC: For all and sundry, except for mean Jesus-lions who keep people away from home on their birthdays.]
Seeing as though it was his birthday, and he didn't have any plans, Edmund made his way down to Chilly Boulder, bought himself an ice cream cone and sat quietly outside the shop eating it.
[OOC: For all and sundry, except for mean Jesus-lions who keep people away from home on their birthdays.]