*Spy and Leon are at the mall, shopping for clothes. They wander into the general direction of the food court. Spy wrinkles his nose*
I see we have arrived at the last refuge of the damned.
Oh, don't be like that- HEY, look a Cinnabon!
*smiling like an idiot*
A what-a-bon?
A Cinnabon! They sell cinnamon buns the size of your head- They're sooo good. I can't believe you've never heard of it...
*pointing* Come on, I think you'd like it.
*sniffs derisviely*
I highly doubt it.
Oh, come on. What about Chef Boyardee? You said it was disgusting, but now we have to buy extra cause you're obsessed...
*turns red, claps his hand over Leon's mouth and looks around furtively*
Do NOT mention that man's name in my presence!
*mumbling*
Bu' i's t'ue.
SHHHHHH!
*looks around one more time*
*absolutely no one is paying attention*
Leon ... if I take you to this blasted Cinna-whatever, will you promise to stop mentioning, eh ... things?
*nods*
Mm-hm - I wanna bum.
*rolls eyes*
Fine. We will purchase you a ...
*wrinkles his nose again*
... 'bum.'
*pushes Spy's hand off of his mouth, snickering*
Yeah, we will! You know it's kinda scary how easy it is to blackmail you.
*narrows eyes*
Almost as easy as it is to embarrass you. Do not forget that.
*crosses his arms and starts walking towards the Cinnabon*
Whatever, I just want my cinnamon 'bum'! *snickers to himself*
*rolls eyes again, starts walking after Leon*
*can't help but start Sniffing when they get close*
Hmmm ... perhaps I will try a single bite.
Perhaps.
*snickers* You're gonna want more than a bite, you know ...
*scoffs*
We shall see.
*they arrive at the counter*
Ah, yes. One Sins Are Gone, please.
*trying not to laugh as the cashier looks confused*
You call call them cinnamon buns, papa ...
Ah,yes. I see.
*to the lady behind the counter*
One cinnamon bun, please.
*she shrugs and gets him a cinnamon buns, they pay and go sit down. Leon's practically foaming at the mouth.*
Leon. Wipe up your drool. It is unbecoming.
*wipes it and huffs, sitting down and being extremely excited over a cinnamon bun*
Sorry.
*surreptitiously Sniffing the Cinnabon*
I will, ehm ... perhaps take a small bite, yes?
*Leon takes a bite and hands him the fork, shrugging*
Go for it.
*uses the fork to take a teensy, tiny, itty bitty little bite*
*chews*
*thinks*
I will be right back.
*jumps up from the table*
*laughing to himself*
I told you so! It's like the Chef Boyardee-
*over his shoulder as he makes his way to the counter*
Do NOT say that name! We had a deal!
I'm sorry, I'm sorry!
*snickering to himself*
Another point for me.
*a few minutes later, Spy returns with an enormous bag with the Cinnabon logo on it. He is clearly embarrassed*
Ah, mon fils, it is time to go. Let us leave ... quickly.
What, why- *looks at the bag and is trying not to giggle*
Ok, ok ... Let's go. *snickers*
*turning red*
Yes. Let us go.
*turns to leave, but tries to sneak a Cinnabon out of the many, many boxes stashed in the bag*
*he does not do it gracefully, and gets icing all over his hand*
*trying jot to bust out laughing*
Having some trouble, papa?
*turning redder*
Yes, I am having trouble. I have a son who will not mind his own business!
