::insert Jingle-Muzak version of Carmina Burana::: (open, but targetting individuals, esp. Karen)

[ternaui]

The Chancellor met with his milk-preservation associate, his equipment supplier, his strawberry supplier, and, finally, the girl who'd been promised the 'first' -- not counting the cut he'd given his associates, including the entire quart certain milk preservation associates may or may not have eaten in one sitting -- serving of ice cream.

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[addingsomecolor]

When the Chancellor came to see her, Karen was quite surprised. She hadn't actually expected him to have his promised ice cream ready so soon.

"Ah, hi!" she said when he came to call.

[ternaui]

A moderately fangy smile as he crouches. "Hello, Karen."

[addingsomecolor]

She doesn't even flinch. Much. (Well, okay, a little.) "What're you doing here? It's nice to see you, I mean, but."

[ternaui]

"Well, as we had previously discussed the prospect of Strawberry Ice Cream, I wanted you to have one of the first quarts." He hands her one. "I hope you have a spoon."

[addingsomecolor]

"Wow, really? Thanks!" She takes the quart and looks down at it in glee. "I have some spoons. I didn't know it'd be done this quick."

[ternaui]

"It is best to make something of the milk soon after it has been properly treated. Now, remember, you must not eat the whole quart at once."

[addingsomecolor]

She frowned. "I know... I did that once and I got a tummyache." And one very angry mother who hadn't left her alone for even a few minutes for the next several months. "Can I share it with my friends?"

[ternaui]

He smiles. "Of course."