[He is, of course, not quite responsible to ask her whether it's okay with Bruce if she goes out for ice cream, and thus, has no idea that she's on her own. As soon as she's out the door he heads off in the direction of the ice cream parlor, obviously fixated on satisfying his sugar craving.]
[She makes a beeline for the glass case, pressing both hands into it to peer in. It doesn't help being small like she is to see anything, but she'll grow one of these days, dammit.]
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What's your favorite kind of ice cream?
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All my teeth look pretty good, don't they?
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[He's pushing open the door to the ice cream parlor, now, holding it for her.]
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They've got a lot of options. I might have to have more than one.
[Too much ice cream? No such thing.]
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[It's a serious consideration.]
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[He's staring into the case like it's a life or death decision. Better get that ice cream right.]
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