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The day was somewhat quiet around Sour Cream’s house. His younger brother had already left early that morning to go do whatever business he had. His mother was out in town to spend time with his step-dad, Yellow-tail, as today was one of his days he was off from fishing out at sea. As such, he had the house completely to himself.

At the moment he was in the dining room, at the table munching on some meat lovers pizza that Jenny delivered just a few minutes ago. He was on his second slice, listening to some tunes with his earbuds when he heard a knock on the door.

He got up, still holding the half eaten slice in his hands as he opened the door. “Hm?” He looked down to see Amethyst. “Oh, hey Amethyst. What’s up?” He asked before taking another bite of the slice of pizza in his hand.

    Eyes travel from the gem’s face to the said gallon       of ice cream in her hand. 

    Rocky Road. 

    A wide smile is painted across Stevonnie’s face &&        they practically jump out of their seat, all        comfy && cozy on the far end of the couch. Rifling        through the kitchen for a good fifteen seconds,        they return holding up a spoon like it’s a sword        trophy && they won it all on their lonesome,        standing loud && proud.