Title: I scream, You scream, We all scream for ice cream.
Author: Rita Marx
Rating: G
Category: Humor
Summary: Who wants ice cream?
Setting: Old Republic -- Obi-Wan and friend are 17.
Generic Disclaimer: Anyone/ thing/ place you recognize from the movies belongs to George Lucas. Everything else is mine. I'm not making any $$$ off this, the IRS said Republic dataries are no good -- only real money.
Feedback: Sure.
Archive: You want it? You can have it. Just let me know so I can go visit. :)
Plot Bunny: This =:) jumped out at me as I passed the ice scream aisle in the grocery store.
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"Why don't the two of you wait for me here?" Qui-Gon waves his hand
indicating the small ice cream shop. "I'll make arrangements for
transportation back to Coruscant."
"Yes, Master."
"Come on, Obi-Wan, I'll buy you some ice cream," she offers. "This is the best shop in town and they have over 50 flavors."
The little bell over the pink door tinkles merrily as she pushes it open. The owner greets her, "Your usual?"
"Yes, please. And whatever my friend here will have."
Sitting outside on the benches in front of the shop, Obi-Wan and his friend settle down to enjoy their cold treat.
"As much as I do enjoy spending my vacation with my family, I miss the Temple in equal measure, and the assignments my Master and I go on," she said taking a slow lick of her double dip sugar cone. "It was very nice of the two of you to pick me up, Obi-Wan."
"Well, as Master Jinn said, we were in the neighborhood and your master asked if we would swing by and pick you up."
"Tell me about your latest adventure," his friend asks.
Needing little encouragement, Obi-Wan gestures wildly with his hands as he relates the latest assignment he and his master just wrapped up. Suddenly, his hand with his double dip sugar cone stopped moving. It was firmly planted in her mouth. She took a big bite out of the double dip sugar cone as it came too close to her face, again.
Obi-Wan apologizes profusely as he removes the double dip sugar cone from her face.
"Do you always talk with your hands, Obi-Wan?" She starts licking away the dark brown frozen treat from her lips and chin. "Hey, this is pretty good! Kind of nutty, kind of chocolately. What flavor is it?"
"It's my favorite -- Nutella."
"It's just as good as my Papantlan vanilla. When it comes to vanilla, this is *the* best." She shoves her double dip sugar cone in his face.
Master Jinn chose that moment to return. He merely raises an eyebrow as he surveys the two teenagers sitting side by side on the benches outside the local ice cream shop with ice cream covering the lower half of their faces.
"How's the ice cream?"
"Very good, Master," they reply in unison.
The End.
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