A talk over homemade ice cream

[notdeadbuthere]

*Charlie was bored out of his mind. He couldn't play his guitar, thanks to his finger. He was sick and tired of reading books and watching movies. Not to mention, he was sick and tired of this insane heat. He couldn't even wear his hoodie to show that he was in a bad mood because to do so in this heat would be bloody insane. The heat even

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[pblovinaussie]

She came home after being at the infirmary and instantly able to tell that Charlie had been doing something in the kitchen. She could smell certain things in the air. Heading over, she was curious before she found him.. and apparently a bowl of ice cream.

How'd you get that?

She had been dying for something cool like that and when the cafeteria had run out, that had sucked.

[notdeadbuthere]

*Charlie smiled*

I made it. When I was a kid, my mum used to make a recipe she had that you didn't need an ice cream maker for. It was our favorite summer treat. I just happened to remember it and how it was made...

I made you a nice big bowl full...

I figured you could use it after working in that hot infirmary all day...

[pblovinaussie]

You made ice cream?

She smiles and walks over to try some. It was perfect. After letting her eyes close, she opened them once again and looked toward him.

This is amazing..

[notdeadbuthere]

I can't believe that I remembered how to make it after all this time...it just came to me...

I was thinking maybe we could make some for that party Ben's throwing for Hurley and hand out the recipe to everyone. With this heat and no ice cream left, I'm sure that everyone could use it...