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[not_the_s]

Kon was drawing Savannah a picture. He'd told her he'd draw her something once upon a time, but he couldn't figure out what to draw. He still couldn't figure out what to draw, so he was just doodling a little. There were a slew of papers spread out along the desk. This paper was a drawing of the jukebox. That paper was a rather crude attempt

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[wizard_errant]

"That depends." Dairine flops down next to him, balancing an ice cream cone in one hand. "What friend is it for?"

[not_the_s]

"Savannah. I promised her I'd make her one when she found out I could kind of draw." He glances over at her and his eyes twinkle a little as he leans over and licks the ice cream. He didn't have cooties. Then, "Is Delirium making ice cream again?"

[wizard_errant]

"And who's Savannah, then?" Dairine asks, cheerfully curious. "And actually, no. I made this. I'm full of surprises."

[I'm so sorry! I never got the notif! Carry on if you like or skip it or whatever!]

[not_the_s]

"A friend of mine," he teased. "I do have friends you don't know about." Come to think of it, they didn't have that many friends in common anymore. There was a time when he knew almost everyone that she did and that wasn't the case anymore.

[wizard_errant]

Dairine's still privately a little ashamed of that, as if it's a secret personal failing that she wasn't really able to handle all the coming and going and, well, re-coming. But she's not in an especially contemplative mood at the moment, so the thought is barely fleeting.

"I know that," she says, poking out her tongue at him, slightly yellow from the ice cream. "That's why I asked!"

[not_the_s]

Kon waggled his fingers at her. "Don't do that. I didn't even think when I took some of the ice cream from what you were holding. What makes you think I'm going to hesitate when it comes to taking ice cream from the rest of you?"

...okay, that sounded a little dirtier than he'd meant it. Which meant dirty at all.

[wizard_errant]

Dairine wrinkles her nose, trying to parse that out. And assuming it wasn't supposed to come out quite like it sounded. "If you want ice cream," she says, "you can ask nicely or get your own. No bullying girls for their dessert, mister!"

[not_the_s]

Kon hadn't really cared about the ice cream, but when she put it like that, he couldn't resist. He leaned in and gave her his best 'puppy dog eyes' look. "Please may I have some ice cream, Dairine? I'll be grateful forever."

[wizard_errant]

Dairine lets out a sputter of laughter and rolls her eyes. "Oh, for--here, have a taste," she says, holding out the cone. "It's coconut and banana."

[not_the_s]

"I know," he teased. "And good, too." He took another taste and grinned at her. "You're going to have to show me how to make it. I've never actually made ice cream. I always had it from a box." In short, he'd been spoiled. Go figure.

[wizard_errant]

Dairine grins sheepishly. "Me too. I didn't learn to make it till I got here. Well--I did help once, back when I was little and my grandma was making it. But a few years back I wanted to make it for Ed. He'd never had real flavours."

[not_the_s]

"You mean vanilla isn't a real flavor?" he teased. He was pretty sure that it was the most dull flavor of all, but any chance he could take to tease Dairine was a plus in his book.

[wizard_errant]

Dairine rolls her eyes. "Technically. Chemically. Not really."

[not_the_s]

Kon just grinned more. "Well, see? You have to specify."

[wizard_errant]

Dairine pokes out her tongue. "You sound like Spot."

[not_the_s]

And just for that, he attempted to pull her tongue. "How do I sound like him?"