Papa's Got a Brand New...Bling (Late July 2008)

[nomorekaraoke]

It's a new dawn, it's a new day, it's a new life--

Wrong theme song, even though the theme certainly applies. It's a new day in Lorne's life. He quite enjoys dawn, thank you very much. He's found a new place to live - another penthouse in the middle of Youdon'tneedtoknow-ville. And recently, he's been indulging more and more in taking breathers at Milliways.

In short: good times all around.

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[stilljustandrew]

"Not here you can't," he grins. "--And I think they might have a chocolate cherry flavor. Let's look?"

[nomorekaraoke]

"There's just so many of them," Lorne frowns, looking every bit the out-of-towner. "I mean, I like the sound of Cherries Jubilee - can't beat that name - but I could just as easily go for the Brownie Sundae, because brownies says it all..."

A beat, and a glance Andrew's way. "Is this where we cop out and ask for Flavour of the Month?

[stilljustandrew]

"Not a chance," Andrew tells him firmly. "You should get both."

Personally, he's got his eye on the Jamoca Almond Fudge and the Peanut Butter Chocolate.

[nomorekaraoke]

"So you're suggesting I get a 2-Scoop Sundae, huh?" He shrugs. It does sound like a very good idea indeed, not to mention a tasty one.

[stilljustandrew]

"Or a two-scoop waffle cone," he suggests.

Innocently.

[nomorekaraoke]

"Are you trying to tempt me, Samwise?"

[stilljustandrew]

"Would I do that?"

Newborn puppies don't look this innocent.

[nomorekaraoke]

"Is my heart in the right place?" he shoots back with a burgeoning grin.

[stilljustandrew]

"You tell me," he grins back.

[nomorekaraoke]

Sometimes, one of the most difficult things in the entire world is stifling a giggle before it completely ruins your laid back, composed image.

Lorne doesn't quite manage to maintain said image. "I'd better not or I'll just do like Freud and a strategically placed banana peel. A two-scoop waffle cone it is, ya big imp."

[stilljustandrew]

Serenely: "I knew you'd see it my way."

There's only one customer left ahead of them, and he's already handing over the money.

[nomorekaraoke]

"There's plenty of room in here for a jig, Mister. Don't push it."

As the other customer takes his bounty and exits stage right, Lorne nudges Andrew. "So...what are you having?"


In so many words, Lead the way, Master Jedi.

[stilljustandrew]

"Well, I'll be honest, I was considering the mocha-mint ice-cream-coffee drink before we got in here, but I think I'm gonna go with a waffle cone too."

He beams. "You ready to order?"

[nomorekaraoke]

"Yup." And in an undertone, moving towards the counter: "That sounds absolutely dreamy, by the by. Don't let me cramp your inimitable style."

[stilljustandrew]

"There's no cramp," Andrew assures him, and then steps up to the counter.

"Hi, ah -- can we get two of the two-scoop waffle cones? One of them with Cherries Jubilee and Brownie Sundae, and the other with Peanut Butter Chocolate and Jamoca Almond Fudge."

[nomorekaraoke]

"And one of your charming little spoons, please."

Because enjoying ice cream is one thing. Getting ice cream all over your very nice clothes is another thing entirely. ...Lorne doesn't care what adorably creepy kids tell you, Neo. Sometimes there really is a (need for a) spoon.

The darling behind the counter gets their order sorted in no time, leaving them with nothing left to do but pay up and get back out there in the sunshine.

Sunshine? Rocks. Ice cream? Rolls. The two of them, together in sweet, sweet harmony? Some kind of abso-tively, posi-lutely wonderful.

[stilljustandrew]

Andrew is in full agreement with this sentiment.

"You are giddy," he accuses happily.

[nomorekaraoke]

Digging his bright red spoon into his ice cream, Lorne doesn't even try to hide this fact. "Is it that obvious?"

[stilljustandrew]

He nods around a mouthful of ice cream. "Mm-hmh."

"Must be the weather," he adds, after swallowing.

[nomorekaraoke]

"Either that or the goodies."

Couldn't be the company, goodness no. "So tell me, chiquito. Not to be a drama queen, but where do we go from here?"

[stilljustandrew]

"It's your outing," Andrew points out, and takes another lick of his cone. "We could just, you know, wander around?"

[nomorekaraoke]

Ducking his head to close his lips around a substantial spoonful of ice cream, he nods. Tapping his lips with said spoon while thinking it over, there's really only one place he can think of going right now.

"Central Park isn't too far away, right?"

[stilljustandrew]

"Nope."

He starts to grin again.

"Wanna?"

[nomorekaraoke]

"To be very, very blunt:



"Duh."

[stilljustandrew]

"Shall we?" Andrew says in his Quoting Something voice, and answers himself happily: "Let's shall!"

Gesturing with his ice cream, he adds "If we take Eighty-First across, we'll pass by the planetarium on the way."