Chilly Boulder [Wednesday evening]

[momslilassassin]

Ben was on his nightly food run (when your cooking repetoire consisted of microwave popcorn, reheating soup and making salad, you ate a lot of take-out) and decided to make a stop at Chilly Boulder for milkshakes.

He walked through the door, smiled a bit as his phone beeped an alarm for the hour and texted a quick still here to Ender. He'd set the

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[not_the_irs]

Two Auditors walked into an ice cream shop, one male, one female, just in time to hear the boy's order. It was yet another thing that didn't make sense to new brains, one more thing that needed to be questioned.

"Why would one need two of one thing?" asked Mr. Blue, seemingly not noticing that his voice might be heard by others not Ms. Periwinkle. "Would one of one thing not be sufficient?"

[momslilassassin]

"I'm taking one back for someone else," Ben said, turning slightly towards the visitors, even as his danger sense began screaming.

[not_the_irs]

"Why?" asked Ms. Periwinkle, stepping closer in order to watch what the worker was doing. "Would it not be simpler to consume this... ice cream here?"

"Perhaps the seating serves another purpose," said Mr. Blue, and looked to Ben for an answer.

[momslilassassin]

"Oh, I could sit here," Ben said, edging a bit into a defensive position so that he was between...whatever these were...and the poor ice cream dude, "but my friend's not with me and his drink would melt while I finished mine."