[ she nods to both the suggestion to leave and his question about eating the cone. she learned as much when she went and got ice cream with zaveid a few weeks back.
she links her fingers with his, carefully balancing the ice cream cone in her other hand. every once in a while she dips her head down to lick at the chocolate dribbling down the side — offering it to trahearne in the interim. ]
They should be fine, I am not too worried about it. [ she glances over to him. ] What about your shirt?
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she links her fingers with his, carefully balancing the ice cream cone in her other hand. every once in a while she dips her head down to lick at the chocolate dribbling down the side — offering it to trahearne in the interim. ]
They should be fine, I am not too worried about it. [ she glances over to him. ] What about your shirt?