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[treadingdawn]

Let it be known.

I, Caspian X, have accomplished a feat that many doubted could be accomplished by my hand at all.

It required two and a half days of my time.



This victory calls for a celebration.

Doctor House, I request your audience with the Pevensies and myself to mark this momentous occasion. If you are so inclined, perhaps you will bring with you tacos and taquitos. I am more than willing to make tamales however I regret to inform you that we do not have anymore carnitas. Will pollo con chile verde suffice? I hope that does not disappoint you. Do not worry, there will be enough ice cold horchata for both you and Eden. And the centerpiece? A piñata in your likeness.

But I understand you have a particular lameness and may not complete the journey to our fiesta. In that case, I hope you accept the gift I had delivered to you late this morning. Enjoy it, mi hombre.

Comments

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

It's plain, and not overly sweet.

[He says as if it's plain knowledge. Cooties.]

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

A comfort food?

[Caspian asks casually while helping himself to said plain and not overly sweet scoop.]

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

It could be considered a comfort food, but I don't find it particularly comforting. It's good on occasion, though.

[Finally taking a tentative lick of mint.]

It's not bad.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

And this occasion?

[Lick of vanilla. Hah mint is awesome!]

I told you.

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

The cube? There's no real occasion this time.

[Lick. Vanilla's still better.]

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

Should I make it an occasion?

[Don't make him get metaphorical, vanilla bean.]

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

How?

[Quiet, greenie. God, there are no good comebacks with mint.]

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[That's because mint > vanilla, hands down. Caspian's scrutinizing the cones, like he can magically make each one a scoop of vanilla and mint.]

Combining the two would be an experience.

[No sorry, not even King Caspian the Super Fine can accomplish that.]

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

It would be messy.

[Caspian, the Freshmaker?]

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[Shut up, Peter. Lick lick. There's no clean side on this cone now.]

Well it's a plan for next time.

[He offers the vanilla cone back.]

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

[Peter accepts it! He considers dumping the top scoop onto Caspian's cone, but eh. He offers the mint back.]

I'll remember to tell them next time.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[Accepting the mint back with a smile. He likes it best, but vanilla's okay.]