T A T
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Thread Topic: T A T
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Jaime grabbed the car keys and led Ethel out front. Once they were both in the car, he backed out of the driveway and started zooming down the roads to get to the ice cream shop.
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Ethel held onto the arms of the car seat for dear life, desperately praying to the forces above for a safe arrival. When they arrived, Ethel couldn’t help but scrunch her nose up at the colorful, yet small shop. It was washed from top to bottom in a neon pink on the outside, and from what she could tell on the inside, a light shade of yellow was slapped on the walls, small paintings of ice cream professionally painted on it.
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"Come on," Jaime said, getting out of the car. He opened the door for Ethel. Once inside, he looked at the menu. "You can choose anything on the menu, besides vanilla because you need to expand your horizons. And also tell them whether you want your ice cream in a waffle cone or a bowl."
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Ethel examined a little girl messily eating a strawberry-flavored scoop of ice cream in a waffle cone. She internally cringed at the notion of getting a single spot of frozen cream on her perfectly clean dress and settled for having her ice cream put in a bowl. She scanned each word over and over, before finally settling for chocolate brownie.
“This may impact the diet I have in place due to all these added calories,” Ethel stated, gently biting the inside of her cheek. She always wanted to eat sweet things, but her mother always scolded her about how it would impact her calorie intake. Besides, the chance of receiving a cavity from sweets were quite high. “But I suppose a break from it would be nice. What are you getting?” -
"Chocolate chip cookie dough," Jaime said. "It's always been a favorite of mine. And you don't have to worry about calories. As long as it evens out in the long run, you'll still be perfectly healthy. Now pick your ice cream."
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“Well, I’ve decided that the chocolate brownie flavor looks edibl enough.” Ethel decided. She folded her menu and laid it down on the table. “Do they offer napkins in this well established business?”
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Jaime reached to the side of the table near the wall and pulled the napkin dispenser closer to the middle of the table. "You know, a skilled eater doesn't need napkins."
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Ethel just about choked on her own saliva. She hurried to push the napkin dispenser back to the wall.
“N…No, no they don’t! I was just wondering in case you needed them.” Ethel stuttered, trying to cover up her mistake. She crossed her arms. “It was just a thought of mine.” -
Jaime smiled. "Well, then I'm glad you were thinking about me." He stood up. "I'll go order real quick."
He soon returned with a bowl of a double scoop of chocolate brownie, and a cone of a double scoop of cookie dough. "Here you go," he said, placing the bowl and spoon in front of
Ethel. -
Ethel gratefully accepted the bowl and spoon. She took one of the paper napkins, and when she figured that Jaime wasn’t watching, she swooped it onto her lap. In truth, she was a messy eater if not careful. Despite the civil manners her parents tried to drill into her head, it was hard for her to eat creamy foods without getting some on her dress or mouth. It was something she’d always be scolded for, and likely the main reason she wasn’t allowed to even look at ice cream.
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Jaime did notice, but said nothing about it. He took a lick off his cone.
"Mm," he said, very satisfied with the taste. "How do you like yours?" -
Ethel stuck her spoon into her bowl of ice cream. She was surprised at how easily the spoon slid into the cold cream, but covered up her shock with a cough. As she brought the spoon to her mouth, she quickly blew on the ice cream before taking a swift bite. Her face lit up. This dessert was delicious. Deliciously edible.
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Jaime hid a smile at her reaction. Obviously she had been restricted from so much. He wondered what she would eventually be like without her parent's influence.
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“W…Well,” Ethel started, an ashamed blush forming on her face. “It doesn’t taste as bad as I originally thought it would. I’ll give you that.”
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"Just say you like it," Jaime said. "It's not as if flying monkeys are going to come out of the sky and take you away."
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