Jean has decided that the boys deserve a nice treat. So they each get their favorite ice cream. If they don't have a favor flavor, they get the richest vanilla ice cream she can find.
Random asks always welcomed || Accepting
-- βOhh hell yeah- I call chocolate!... No no, wait, chocolate fudge! Please and thank you!β Nate pipes up first, glancing up from the integrated communications on his arm that he'd been smiling at, closing them hurriedly as if expecting prying eyes. Not Jean, of course, but he can't can't find it in himself to relax as Orion lingers quietly nearby. Exhaling softly through his nose, Cable sets a hand on Nate's head, giving his hair a ruffle even as the boy lets out a noise of protest. βThat mean I can't get the same?β With hands batting at Cable's contact like any younger sibling might, he crosses his arms. βDon't we share enough shit-β
Cable raises his own hands in surrender, ducking his head slightly. βOkay hotshot- I'll take.. Mint chocolate chip? Thanks, Jean.β A noise of disgust comes from Stryfe, nose wrinkling in disgust beneath his mask. It's beyond him why anyone would ruin something so perfectly sweet with mint of all things. βI would like cookie dough flavor and Orion will have-β
-- βThe vanilla.β Orion cuts in, glancing to Jean. Stryfe wasn't wrong to think he'd also like same. βIf that is what Jean suggests, I would like to try it. I trust that she knows such things far better than any of us.β
Dipping his head slightly in acknowledgement, Stryfe turns to Jean with a small smile. βThe cookie dough and vanilla if you would, thank you, mother.β
