[OPEN] Red, blue, orange and green. No yellow snow cones!

[wintershepherd]

Characters: Jack Frost, OPEN
Date: Backdated to the afternoon of Jan 11th
Location: At one of the playgrounds in Keeliai.
Situation: Deciding to surprise some kedan kids as they're getting out of school at the end of the week, Jack provides snow cones.
Warnings/Rating: CUTE?

It had taken quite a few trips to the various markets scattered around the city when he finally found what he was looking for in the Fire Sector: little pots of flavoured syrup. Jack had happily forked over his juulan for a wide selection of them and had brought them to a playground where he knew that children liked to visit once they were out of school. At the end of the week, Jack wanted to give them a special treat.

Now he was sitting on a picnic table with a pile of the cleanest, purest snow he could conjure and a field of cups ready for small hands to fill them before getting dollops of sweet syrup. Pretty soon kids were flocking to the playground with excited laughter as they told their friends, and their friends told more friends. It didn't take long for murmurings about "the snow boy!" to start making its way around.

Comments

[controlledvariable]

"It's definitely an experience," She misses real pizza all of a sudden, it's been nearly seven months since she's eaten so many foods that had been staples back home. Even in Africa, she'd had access to things like fast food, and waffles, and proper coffee.

"Can you not eat hot food at all, or is it a case of things getting cold as soon as you touch them?" She's not sure if that's a bit invasive, but she's curious.

[wintershepherd]

"It's a little bit of both," he answered, not seeming at all to mind the question. "It's hard to keep anything heated around me, and what other people think of as just warm -- like drinks or soup or whatever -- feels a lot hotter to me."

[controlledvariable]

"That makes sense," It'd be a little disappointing to go through life without curling up with a hot chocolate so warm it'd burn your tongue, but she supposes people learn to adapt.

"You've cornered the market in forzen desserts, at least," She grins, "How much ice cream can you eat before you get sick of it?"

[wintershepherd]

"I dunno," Jack grinned. "But since Zatanna works at the ice cream shop, maybe I can drop by and put it to the test."

[controlledvariable]

"Well, as long as you'll be a paying customer, otherwise her boss might take some issue with that," She's not sure when ice cream started being something that reminded her of Bruce, but it's not necessarily a bad thing.

[wintershepherd]

Jack laughed before checking his syrup pots and grinning ruefully. "Well, looks like that's about it for today. I'm going to go return these... I'll see you around, Steph."

[controlledvariable]

"Thanks for the snow cone," And the company, though she just says that with her smile, rather than words, "Have a nice day."

She gives him a little mock salute, just for kicks.