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[neapolitan_man]

It's that time again.

The mutant President of the United States is seated at a table, singing along to the jukebox and drawing the label designs for his spring collection of ice creams. (He's actually a good artist; all those years of prison art class have served him well.)

On the table is a sign:
Free Ice Cream Samples:
Graceland

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[spandexed_edie]

Oh, that label and ice cream gets Tony a big smooch from his wife. A big smooch.

"What kinda ice cream is it, baby?" she asks, as she settles on his lap, with an arm around his neck.

[neapolitan_man]

Having her on his lap makes it a bit hard for him to keep drawing, but hey, he's not complaining about that. She gets a smooch in return.

"Peanut butter and banana, of course," he says with a grin. "Ev's Banana Nutkin as a base, and--you know, I bet he'd love this too. I left out the bacon. Maybe the next go-round."

[spandexed_edie]

"I'm glad you left out the bacon. It doesn't go as well with the ice cream. Remember the breakfast ice cream in '93?"

Oh, drawing. How it can wait...

[neapolitan_man]

"The French toast part of that was good," he says, "but the bacon, I will grant you, not so much. You wanna try a dish?"

[coreenfennel]

"You've got to be kidding me," comes a voice over his shoulder. "Faraday gets her ice cream before me?"

Oh, that's not a happy sound...

[neapolitan_man]

"Hey, you got a car and she didn't," he says. "Anyway, she'd hate her ice cream, so it's not that great a reward. I like it, though. I'm still working on yours, I want it to be just right."

[coreenfennel]

"She got a car," she says grumpily. "She just didn't want it. What flavor is hers anyway?"

She's peering at them curiously.

[neapolitan_man]

"Wanna try?" he asks. "If you're not gonna be driving anywhere anytime soon, that is. It's like getting kicked in the teeth, and whether it's in a good way or not is up for debate."

[ikissdhimbck]

The music catches Kate's attention first. She's coming downstairs, nursing a set of tiny scratch marks on the heel of her thumb. She'd been upstairs playing with the boys, when Roz had gotten a little carried away with himself.

Second to the music is the man, a trifecta of color that makes her stop and blink, before her eyes fall to his artwork. She smirks, though that labcoat he's crafting is hardly modest.

"Are you a cook, or an artist?"

[neapolitan_man]

"I'm Italian," he answers with a grin. "So the answer is 'yes.'"

A helpful answer? Probably not. But a truthful one. She gets an appraising look.

"You look like a woman who could use some good ice cream."

[ikissdhimbck]

She chuckles softly, though she glances away self-consciously when he gives her that look.

"I can't remember the last time I had ice cream," she admits.

And she is looking a bit thin, to be honest. Especially to the eyes of an Italian, no doubt.

[neapolitan_man]

"Well then, you've come to the right guy," he says. "What's your poison? We got sweet, we got strong, we got crunchy. I made them all myself, and I can vouch for them all being edible, even if they may not all be to everybody's taste."

...especially the crunchy part.

o.o Is today my birthday or something?

[whipped_weapon]

...The singing is strange. It is melodic and many of the words are impossible for the drow to understand, but he's fairly sure that it's supposed to be a love song of some sort.

The sign and the person singing catches his attention next, it is a good thing Milliways seems to have a translator spell on all the time, because otherwise Zak could not possibly understand it.

Yesterday, he had the good fortune to make an ally who offered him shared accommodations. This morning, he found a happy pair of green-skinned people, one of whom was celebrating the birth of a child... and the happy father gave him a 'chocolate cigar'. It is currently still wrapped mostly in plastic, and the drow has only taken a small piece off to taste it. It tastes rather good, and so he was heading back to the rooms to find his roommate and tell him about the strange, but very tasty substance.

And now, on his way back, he has just found more free food.
The drow is pleased. Utterly confused, curious as a cat, but pleased"What is ice cream?" The drow asks,

^_^

[neapolitan_man]

You can't beat free food. Especially when (at least some of) it is very good.

Tony is a striped guy in a bowling shirt and jeans, and probably seems a lot less official than his job would entail. He grins, doing his best not to seem startled at his sudden appearance.

"Only the best food there is," he says. "The king of desserts. Well, some people would argue gelato is better, but I'm including them under the same category... not that any of this is gelato, but just speaking in its defense."

O HAI.

[whipped_weapon]

"Desserts, hm? We didn't have many of those where I came from. And I've never seen this substance before." They don't have any sweet things in giant underground caverns. The striped man is strange looking but very hospitable in his greeting, Zak likes the grin. It makes the drow feel strangely welcome. He smiles back sheepishly. "Although I'd also like to know what a gelato is, if you don't mind answering a question or two?"

Hopefully it's not one of those gelatinous cubes that absorb anything to digest them. Ah, but manners first. The drow gives him an elegant bow that's not unfitting to a medieval knight, and says quietly. "My name is Zaknafein Do'Urden."

The ears, armor, cloak and the funky name should be a tip off that Zak's an elf, and has never been to a world like Tony's before he arrived here at the Bar. Utter newbie.

Re: O HAI.

[neapolitan_man]

"Desserts are some of the best parts of living," Tony says solemnly. "You've been missing out. Ice cream is frozen cream and sugar and flavors mixed together until it's nice and smooth, and gelato's the same idea but thicker and smoother."

...he's yet to make an ice cream that could eat people, but if he ever needs a secret weapon, it might be an idea...

He can't really bow from his chair, but he does nod deeply by way of greeting. "Anthony Francesco Napolitano, but you can call me Tony. Pleasure to meet you."

Oh boy. Playing with the new blood has long been one of his favorite games.

[tavar_of_alera]

There's a boy eying the board.

In some ways, he looks somewhat familiar--what with his features being distinctly Roman, if rather more... delicate than is normal for a boy. He also has a noticeable black eye and split lip, and a healing cut on one cheek beneath an older scar.

On the other hand, he's also wearing medieval clothing slightly too small for him.

After a moment, he asks curiously, "Why the names? They don't say much about how it'll taste."

[neapolitan_man]

Italians are Italians, and Tony's not one to judge. He does notice the injuries and the clothes, though. The medieval world must be a lot like his old neighborhood? Rough, not the most well-off.

He grins. "It's more to... what's the word, evoke a feeling. Like those crazy names they give paint colors. I used to have a car that was Brandywine Red, and let me tell you, that made it that much better than plain old ordinary red."