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xp_logsAfter the movie, Jane and Bobby want ice cream so they go off together. They are cute.
Jane was so excited that she was bouncing and skipping and tugging Bobby along, all at the same time. "Wasn't that a great movie!?! I've never been to a theater before. That was so cool. And now, icecream!" She waved her free hand in the vague direction of where they'd last seen the others. "I don't know why they want to go shopping when there is icecream to be had! C'mon, Bobby!" She tugged her new friend -- well, she hoped they were friends now, after going to the movies together, and Bobby seemed nice -- along with her towards the icecream shop.
"Okay, okay!" Bobby laughed and jogged a bit to keep up with her, shaking his head. "I've never known anyone to get as worked up about ice cream as I do, before," he teased, reaching out to pull the door of the ice cream shop open and hold it for her. Getting out for a movie was a great idea, and
Jane was...a breath of fresh air, really, compared to the high level of cynics and drama queens the mansion seemed to hold. And he wasn't excluding himself from that.
Jane smiled. Bobby was acting like a gentleman out of an old movie, what with holding the door open for her and all. She decided that he was cute and old fashioned. Which meant that he would pay for both of them, which was good, since she didn't have any money.
"Icecream is an exciting thing! And very versatile. It can be smooth and creamy, or rich and crunchy, bland and chewey, and it melts but is still cold if you eat it fast enough. Icecream is..." she paused, trying to think of an appropriate metaphor, "Icecream is like life! It's all different, and
some flavors are better than others, and sometimes if you eat too much of it you get sick, but in the end it's still sweet." She beamed at him, happy with her metaphor.
He couldn't help but return her (amazing) smile with one of his own. "I never have to eat melted ice cream," he whispered, as if confiding a deep secret. He laces his fingers with hers without even really thinking about it, heading toward the counter, and the freezers full of various ice cream flavors.
"That is so cool!" She giggled. "In both senses of the word, even." It was nice to hold hands with him. She liked touching people and Bobby was definitly a great person to touch. His hand was dry and cool and it felt like it fit with hers perfectly.
Jane's eyes got wide at being faced with the sheer, overwhelming variety of icecream the shop had. "There are so may flavors! I want to try them all?" She turned to Bobby pleadingly. "How do I know which one I should get?"
"Well...you can just pick two flavors this time--get a double scoop, and then save the others for next time. What flavors do you like? Chocolate? Strawberry?" He moved along in front of the flourescent-lit freezers, peering through the glass. "I like maple nut, and mocha's always good..." Clearly, the choice of flavors wasn't going to be a quick process for Bobby,
either, as he kept eyeing the ice cream, the fingers of his free hand trailing lightly over the glass.
"I don't know what flavors I like." Jane studied the choices thoughtfully. "I think that I want something with a lot of different flavors in it. Like, not just a plain, one-flavor flavor, but something with all sorts of bits to it. That one," she said, pointing to something called Moose Jaw, which appeared to be composed of cashews, caramel, chunks of chocolate, and malt balls, "or something like it." She looked up at Bobby. "What do you think?" she asked, as if they were making Serious Life Choices.
From the expression on Bobby's face, it was clear that he knew the gravity of the decision, too. "I think...that I want raspberry cheesecake, and rocky road," he finally says, pointing them out. The bored-looking girl behind the counter began scooping his ice cream. "And I think you should definitely get that one," he agreed, looking at Jane and giving her hand a brief squeeze, smiling. "But you still have one more flavor."
"Hmm." Jane studied the cases of ice cream like they held diamonds and she had only one chance to pick out the perfect one. "I want. Hmm. I want... a scoop of Moose Jaw and a scoop of cookies 'n cream!" she pronounced proudly. The woman behind the counter rolled her eyes at Jane's antics, but handed Bobby his ice cream and started scooping out hers.
Bobby grinned and nodded in approval, ignoring the stares from some of the other patrons. So she was a little enthusiastic about ice cream. He found it adorable, really. "Excellent choice," he added, and then began licking his cone with gusto as they waited for the second one.
She watched him lick his ice cream. It looked good. Hers looked good, too. The lady handed Jane her cone and started ringing up the sale, which reminded her. "Um, Bobby? I spent all the money I brought on the movie. I hope you don't mind paying for me? I'll pay you back later, I promise! Professor Xavier gave me an allowance and everything. I should have asked first, sorry. Here!" She held her cone out to him in apology and blushed like a wiggled like a naughty child.
Bobby released her hand to dig his wallet out of a back pocket, grinning. "Don't worry about it. I think I can afford a cone." He passed a few bills to the girl, received his change, and then tucked the wallet away again, resting his palm on the small of her back as he guided her out of line. "Want to sit here and eat? Or walk?"
"Let's walk around a bit. I haven't been here before and I'd like to see what's what." Jane contentedly licked her ice cream. She was having a great time. Bobby was so sweet and nice and the ice cream was good and she was having fun. "Have you been here before?" she asked.
"Sure. I'll give you the grand tour," Bobby answered with a smile, tilting his head to catch a drip before it could fall on his hand as he led her down the sidewalk.
Jane was so excited that she was bouncing and skipping and tugging Bobby along, all at the same time. "Wasn't that a great movie!?! I've never been to a theater before. That was so cool. And now, icecream!" She waved her free hand in the vague direction of where they'd last seen the others. "I don't know why they want to go shopping when there is icecream to be had! C'mon, Bobby!" She tugged her new friend -- well, she hoped they were friends now, after going to the movies together, and Bobby seemed nice -- along with her towards the icecream shop.
"Okay, okay!" Bobby laughed and jogged a bit to keep up with her, shaking his head. "I've never known anyone to get as worked up about ice cream as I do, before," he teased, reaching out to pull the door of the ice cream shop open and hold it for her. Getting out for a movie was a great idea, and
Jane was...a breath of fresh air, really, compared to the high level of cynics and drama queens the mansion seemed to hold. And he wasn't excluding himself from that.
Jane smiled. Bobby was acting like a gentleman out of an old movie, what with holding the door open for her and all. She decided that he was cute and old fashioned. Which meant that he would pay for both of them, which was good, since she didn't have any money.
"Icecream is an exciting thing! And very versatile. It can be smooth and creamy, or rich and crunchy, bland and chewey, and it melts but is still cold if you eat it fast enough. Icecream is..." she paused, trying to think of an appropriate metaphor, "Icecream is like life! It's all different, and
some flavors are better than others, and sometimes if you eat too much of it you get sick, but in the end it's still sweet." She beamed at him, happy with her metaphor.
He couldn't help but return her (amazing) smile with one of his own. "I never have to eat melted ice cream," he whispered, as if confiding a deep secret. He laces his fingers with hers without even really thinking about it, heading toward the counter, and the freezers full of various ice cream flavors.
"That is so cool!" She giggled. "In both senses of the word, even." It was nice to hold hands with him. She liked touching people and Bobby was definitly a great person to touch. His hand was dry and cool and it felt like it fit with hers perfectly.
Jane's eyes got wide at being faced with the sheer, overwhelming variety of icecream the shop had. "There are so may flavors! I want to try them all?" She turned to Bobby pleadingly. "How do I know which one I should get?"
"Well...you can just pick two flavors this time--get a double scoop, and then save the others for next time. What flavors do you like? Chocolate? Strawberry?" He moved along in front of the flourescent-lit freezers, peering through the glass. "I like maple nut, and mocha's always good..." Clearly, the choice of flavors wasn't going to be a quick process for Bobby,
either, as he kept eyeing the ice cream, the fingers of his free hand trailing lightly over the glass.
"I don't know what flavors I like." Jane studied the choices thoughtfully. "I think that I want something with a lot of different flavors in it. Like, not just a plain, one-flavor flavor, but something with all sorts of bits to it. That one," she said, pointing to something called Moose Jaw, which appeared to be composed of cashews, caramel, chunks of chocolate, and malt balls, "or something like it." She looked up at Bobby. "What do you think?" she asked, as if they were making Serious Life Choices.
From the expression on Bobby's face, it was clear that he knew the gravity of the decision, too. "I think...that I want raspberry cheesecake, and rocky road," he finally says, pointing them out. The bored-looking girl behind the counter began scooping his ice cream. "And I think you should definitely get that one," he agreed, looking at Jane and giving her hand a brief squeeze, smiling. "But you still have one more flavor."
"Hmm." Jane studied the cases of ice cream like they held diamonds and she had only one chance to pick out the perfect one. "I want. Hmm. I want... a scoop of Moose Jaw and a scoop of cookies 'n cream!" she pronounced proudly. The woman behind the counter rolled her eyes at Jane's antics, but handed Bobby his ice cream and started scooping out hers.
Bobby grinned and nodded in approval, ignoring the stares from some of the other patrons. So she was a little enthusiastic about ice cream. He found it adorable, really. "Excellent choice," he added, and then began licking his cone with gusto as they waited for the second one.
She watched him lick his ice cream. It looked good. Hers looked good, too. The lady handed Jane her cone and started ringing up the sale, which reminded her. "Um, Bobby? I spent all the money I brought on the movie. I hope you don't mind paying for me? I'll pay you back later, I promise! Professor Xavier gave me an allowance and everything. I should have asked first, sorry. Here!" She held her cone out to him in apology and blushed like a wiggled like a naughty child.
Bobby released her hand to dig his wallet out of a back pocket, grinning. "Don't worry about it. I think I can afford a cone." He passed a few bills to the girl, received his change, and then tucked the wallet away again, resting his palm on the small of her back as he guided her out of line. "Want to sit here and eat? Or walk?"
"Let's walk around a bit. I haven't been here before and I'd like to see what's what." Jane contentedly licked her ice cream. She was having a great time. Bobby was so sweet and nice and the ice cream was good and she was having fun. "Have you been here before?" she asked.
"Sure. I'll give you the grand tour," Bobby answered with a smile, tilting his head to catch a drip before it could fall on his hand as he led her down the sidewalk.
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