Ice Cream makes everything better
Who: Tamara ot Tony
Where: an ice cream parlor
When: Friday afternoon
"What makes you think I'm lying to you?" Tamara said, the best innocent look she could muster on her face. She took a big bite of her mint chocolate chip sundae (heavy on the chocolate sauce, two cherries on top), and made a happy face. "Mmm... see, I'm happy. I have my favorite ice cream that my favorite brother paid for - that makes me an extra happy Tamara."
Tony just gave her The Look, which indicated that of course he wasn't fooled in the least. Brother and sister were very close, and she'd never been able to keep anything from him.
Tamara looked down at her ice cream. "Well, okay... maybe not all the way happy, but mostly-happy? Happy enough for being worried about a whole bunch of things that I can't really talk about - but god I want to, believe me. I'd love to talk to you about it, and have you make it all better like you usually make things all better when I have problems. Like you always have. But this is some really bad shit..."
She frowned, and picked one of the cherries off her ice cream. "Well, I mean, I guess I could tell you some general things. And ask for your advice, even if I can't exactly tell you why, right? Besides... I really need your help in figuring out how to kidnap someone. I'm woefully inexperienced in the kidnapping department and it's suddenly important."
Where: an ice cream parlor
When: Friday afternoon
"What makes you think I'm lying to you?" Tamara said, the best innocent look she could muster on her face. She took a big bite of her mint chocolate chip sundae (heavy on the chocolate sauce, two cherries on top), and made a happy face. "Mmm... see, I'm happy. I have my favorite ice cream that my favorite brother paid for - that makes me an extra happy Tamara."
Tony just gave her The Look, which indicated that of course he wasn't fooled in the least. Brother and sister were very close, and she'd never been able to keep anything from him.
Tamara looked down at her ice cream. "Well, okay... maybe not all the way happy, but mostly-happy? Happy enough for being worried about a whole bunch of things that I can't really talk about - but god I want to, believe me. I'd love to talk to you about it, and have you make it all better like you usually make things all better when I have problems. Like you always have. But this is some really bad shit..."
She frowned, and picked one of the cherries off her ice cream. "Well, I mean, I guess I could tell you some general things. And ask for your advice, even if I can't exactly tell you why, right? Besides... I really need your help in figuring out how to kidnap someone. I'm woefully inexperienced in the kidnapping department and it's suddenly important."