sixthiterationlogs | we all scream (but this time, for ice cream)

WHO: Ravi Chakrabarti
WHERE: Inn, near the Kitchen
WHEN: June 3rd
OPEN TO: All! Mingle post!
WARNINGS: n/a
STATUS: Open

There's another one of those strange boxes sitting on the porch of their home when Ravi gets up to another scorching, awful day. He's not sure what switch they hit to get this sort of weather, but he wants them to take it back, seeing as he's been sweating so much that he has to do laundry practically every day to cope with the ridiculousness of it. He can't go shirtless because he has absolutely no will to show everyone the out of shape disappointment that it his torso.

He bends to pick up the box and bring it inside, but hisses when his fingers contact something frosty cold at the bottom of the box. Opening it in a hurry, his eyes widen and he tugs the box to his chest as best as he can, taking off in a completely ungraceful run, heading straight for the inn and shouting as he goes. "Ice cream!" he says, like the world's skeeviest ice cream truck on legs, luring children in after him. "Ice cream, there's ice cream, it's going to melt," he warns, because there are six tubs of it, but he fears that in this heat, it's not going to last very long at all. Scientifically, he knows that it's just going to be calories that generate heat, but science can go take a backseat.

He unloads the toppings and the various six flavours (ranging from vanilla to chocolate, cookie dough, mint chocolate chip, butter pecan, and even a treasured cherry garcia), the sprinkles and peanuts going with the caramel and hot fudge sauces. He could weep because there are even serving spades, bowls, and spoons. He knows he ought to be wary about food after the whole chocolate poisoning incident (if it really was the chocolate), but it's just so hot and he's just so hungry.

He'll chance it, because if he doesn't, he just gets some delicious flavoured ice cream soup soon.

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Beverly shrugs at his comment about unconventional combinations, her lips twisting a little as she takes her first small bite. "It's going to melt anyway, isn't it?" she points out. "Why waste it?"

Though maybe she should have waited for the butter pecan. She still thinks it'll all be melted puddles by the time she gets done.

"Or I might just want to save the ice cream from becoming a hot mess."

"That is exactly what I think," Ravi agrees, cheerfully, given that he's entirely willing to share all the ice cream, though that doesn't mean he's about to ignore things like butter pecan and mint not belonging together at all. "I'm just saying, you could eat one really quickly and then move to the next," he points out.

"Though, it will become all the same in your stomach, won't it?" he admits, sighing as if he's admitting a touch of defeat.

On the plus side, she isn't planning to get any spoonfuls that are half butter pecan and half mint? And it's not like she's got a huge amount, either. That has to count for something. Besides, if her stomach revolts, it'll be in the name of keeping cool.

"That was the plan," she agrees with amusement, dipping up a small spoonful. A teasing smirk crosses her face as she adds, "Shall I leave before your head bursts from it?"

"I may need some medical attention for when my ill-fated decisions come back to haunt me," he confesses, because this is probably a little too much for him to be dealing with all at once, but he also can't find it in him to actually care about stopping. "Do you have this where you come from?" he wonders. "Sugary sweet perfection?" he jokes.

"Or what is the dessert in a place that has futuristic everything else. Does the ice cream float? Does it look like ice cream and taste like something else?"

Her laugh is light at first and then turns a little more full at his line of questioning. It's amusing to her that he chooses the inquiries that he does, ones that are important, but then goes on to question her about the strangest types. It amuses her, trying to follow him, and distracts her very well from what she misses most.

"We have ice cream, yes, but it's been a long time since I really had any," she answers wistfully. While she's been known to replicate ice cream at times, alongside Deanna, there's quite a difference between replicated anything and the real deal. Not that she's keen on mentioning replicators. That sits well outside her comfort zone as far as bending the Prime Directive goes.

"It doesn't float unless you pour a drink over it, but it looks and tastes like ice cream. Of course there are other types of desserts. We get to experience a wide variety of things on our travels."

"Well, that's just disappointing," he admits, "you have devices that can regenerate skin, but you don't have any sort of futuristic ice cream?" he questions, shaking his head when it comes to all these things he's learning about the future. "Do I need to make sure that someone lives to save you from boring desserts? Is there some alien culture out there that ought to be giving you more recipes?"

Hand to his heart, he gives her a serious nod. "Honestly, these are important topic, Beverly. We need to save that future of yours."

Ravi has a habit of asking just the wrong questions to make it easy on her. Beverly's lips curl and though she doesn't directly answer the question, what she says is answer enough. "My future is doing just fine. We have plenty of desserts that we've been introduced to by other cultures in our explorations. We're just fine, Ravi. Though, if it will make you feel better, I'll what I can do to suggest floating ice cream. I'm sure someone will have ideas."

"You should," he says, wrinkling his nose up, like he's thought up the most genius thing in the world and people just need to adapt it into their lives, otherwise they won't know what they're missing. He feels very strongly about that, he really does. "Until then, we'll live on badly blended mint and butter pecan, like heathens."

Or, they can be normal, like Ravi, and just enjoy a very large heaping bowl of chocolate ice cream, because that's what normal people do.

"You're just going to call me a futuristic heathen from now on, aren't you?" she teases as she finishes eating the butter pecan first. Why be normal, though? Besides, it's not like this ice cream is going to last and maybe she wanted to try out other flavors before it all became a puddle. She's not the chocolate person that Deanna is anyway.

"I just might," he informs her, because honestly, the future is not the place he thinks it is, if flavour combinations like that are just wildly thrown around there. "For you, though, maybe I'll make an exception. I have to keep my friends close at hand, especially the ones willing to undergo the hard task of eating ice cream."

Hand to his heart, he gives Beverly a genuine smile. "Eat as much as you want," he says, seriously. "Any flavours you like. It'll all go to waste otherwise."

Beverly has a feeling that Ravi would like the technological aspect, even if ice cream isn't as sacred. Her lips twist with amusement as she shows him the bowl and the fact that one kind is completely gone and she hasn't taken any bites of the other. No mixing here.

"I'll consider myself honored," she teases warmly. "At least it seems to be a good bonding experience. All this ice cream in the sweltering heat is good for the soul."

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