GIFT FIC #3
For laws_of_dawes who wanted our dear Platonicshipping involving epic Yoda and ice creamy goodness. I kept it in this verse, though. :P It's not much, but I hope you still like it anyway. ♥
"It's green." For a while, Rachel could only stare at it. "You gave me green ice cream. It's not St. Patrick's day. It's not even minty green, Billy, it's green, like a frog." She looked up at him, confused, disturbed, slightly weirded out. "Why is it green?"
"Be...cause Yoda's green, and I thought for Star Wars marathoning, it might be appropriate--you know what, just for that, you don't get any ice cream."
She held it away from him. "Uh, no, I didn't say I didn't want it."
"Then don't complain that it's green! I just put some food dye in it, it's just like vanilla or something."
"Or something? You don't even know what flavor you gave me?"
"If it was any other color, it wouldn't look that green. Would you complain if I gave you any other flavor?"
"Well..."
"Then shut up." He poked her with his spoon.
She pouted at him as he flopped down on the couch next to her. "You should've made yours pink. To go with the pajamas."
"I might have strawberry somewhere..." He glanced down at one of her gifts for him, Pink Panther pajamas. "I still can't believe you got me these."
"But Billy, they're adorable."
"On someone about twenty-five years younger and female, maybe."
"Pink is a good color on you. Don't tell me you're one of those guys who doesn't think men should wear pink."
"Guys can wear pink and look just fine in it, but--"
"It's cute on you."
"...They are comfy."
"See?"
"You get to complain about ice cream, but I can't complain about pajamas?"
"Yes."
"Why is that?"
She wrinkled her nose. "Because it's Yoda green ice cream, Billy. If ice cream were supposed to be Yoda green, they would already make it Yoda green."
"You'll still pig out on it anyway. You'll be the fat thinky raccoon we all know you to be."
"I do not look fat when I think!" She pouted, and looked much like a chubby little raccoon, to which Billy just smiled.
"You don't. Don't make me start talking about your black hole for a stomach. You watch, those pounds will go somewhere when you're older."
"I don't see you getting fat on living on microwaveable stuff and ice cream."
"I'm just special."
"You're something all right..."
"It's green." For a while, Rachel could only stare at it. "You gave me green ice cream. It's not St. Patrick's day. It's not even minty green, Billy, it's green, like a frog." She looked up at him, confused, disturbed, slightly weirded out. "Why is it green?"
"Be...cause Yoda's green, and I thought for Star Wars marathoning, it might be appropriate--you know what, just for that, you don't get any ice cream."
She held it away from him. "Uh, no, I didn't say I didn't want it."
"Then don't complain that it's green! I just put some food dye in it, it's just like vanilla or something."
"Or something? You don't even know what flavor you gave me?"
"If it was any other color, it wouldn't look that green. Would you complain if I gave you any other flavor?"
"Well..."
"Then shut up." He poked her with his spoon.
She pouted at him as he flopped down on the couch next to her. "You should've made yours pink. To go with the pajamas."
"I might have strawberry somewhere..." He glanced down at one of her gifts for him, Pink Panther pajamas. "I still can't believe you got me these."
"But Billy, they're adorable."
"On someone about twenty-five years younger and female, maybe."
"Pink is a good color on you. Don't tell me you're one of those guys who doesn't think men should wear pink."
"Guys can wear pink and look just fine in it, but--"
"It's cute on you."
"...They are comfy."
"See?"
"You get to complain about ice cream, but I can't complain about pajamas?"
"Yes."
"Why is that?"
She wrinkled her nose. "Because it's Yoda green ice cream, Billy. If ice cream were supposed to be Yoda green, they would already make it Yoda green."
"You'll still pig out on it anyway. You'll be the fat thinky raccoon we all know you to be."
"I do not look fat when I think!" She pouted, and looked much like a chubby little raccoon, to which Billy just smiled.
"You don't. Don't make me start talking about your black hole for a stomach. You watch, those pounds will go somewhere when you're older."
"I don't see you getting fat on living on microwaveable stuff and ice cream."
"I'm just special."
"You're something all right..."