a pint.

if Francis would share? =w=

if Cuba says that magic words. >8D

scoffs, rolling his eyes. "Please?"

hands him a blindfold.

blinks at it. "...what?"

stares at him. "Put it on."

stares back. "...Why?"

pouts. =3= "Because. It's an experimental flavour I've been working on."

stares at him. "...."

rolls his eyes. "It's not like that English bastard's shit he calls food. I wouldn't try to make something that tasted bad."

to admit he has a point....

waves the blindfold. "So, yes or no? Free ice-cream."

sighs. "Si, si. I'll try it."

waves the blindfold more enthusiastically. "Hurry hurry before it melts."

heaves a sigh. "Si, si. Whatever." He said, taking the blindfold.

waits for him to tie it on, hand behind his back shift.

shifting from the cold*

reluctantly tieing it on.

fishes out a spoon from his pocket (one that's wrapped up) and unwraps it, scooping out a small spoonful. "Open your mouth and say ahhh~"

...YOu can not be serious. =|

stops his foot and whines. "Do you want this or not?"

heaves another sigh. "Fine, whatever." He opened his mouth, though he refused to say "ahh"

huffs and pouts and sticks the spoon into his mouth. "I was hoping you would know if it tasted enough like maple or not, since your_

_Matthew's best friend and all."

nodded. "Si...It tastes close enough."