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Getting down is a little more awkward, and she has to hold on to Maine's shoulder very tightly. Once her feet are firmly on the ground and she's got her cane sorted out, she has to stick one hand down the front of her shirt to extricate Jellybean from her bra.

"So. Pepper jelly," she says, putting Jellybean on Maine's shoulder since that's where she wants to be. "You have to learn how to make ice cream badass."

This is the second time she's brought this up, and he's just as perturbed as the first. Distracts himself by scooping the kitten into his hand and letting her cling to his chest, despite her protests otherwise.

Seriously, pepper and ice cream? Nothing about that made sense. It has to be a cultural difference that he's not getting, or something like that.

Wrath would be skipping if she could. Ice cream! She hasn't had ice cream in forever! She makes a show of going over the case, though she knows what she wants already. Everything looks amazing.

"A large dark chocolate ice cream in a chocolate cookie bowl, with the grade one pepper jelly." See, she's even getting the most mild so it won't make Maine breathe fire. And if he likes chocolate he can dig under the jelly. Well. Assuming she's going to share. (Of course she is.) She grins at him. "What's Jellybean want?"

Since you know. Apparently space marines don't eat ice cream.

It's like a kid in a candy store which...actually is pretty close to the actual situation, all things considered. It's also fairly obvious he doesn't quite belong in the shop, judging by all the stares he's getting.

All things considered, it should be pretty funny. Jellybean is instantly fascinated by the new surroundings, blinking and looking at the case, but he's just pointed her in one very specific direction. It's pink. It's very pink. Unnatural pink. And totally for the kitten, of course.

Okay, she can totally buy pink for Jellybean, since pink is the best and the kitten knows what's up. The fact that she's pretty sure it's actually for Maine leaves her a little surprised. Well, maybe Maine has realized pink is the best, too.

"And a cone with two scoops of super strawberry blitz," she says, reading the label. "For the kitten," she adds, just so everyone knows that it is totally not for Maine, no way, nuh uh.

Boys.

She hands the chocolate to Maine, actually, since that comes out first, and takes the cone. There, she's got his back. "There's some benches outside, let's go there."

Hey, there has to be something to protect his overly fragile male ego, and if it has to be using a small kitten as a shield, then so be it. It's ridiculous, yes, but he's not going to give up that particular coping mechanism quite yet. Life is already a lot different than back home, he has to have some sort of semblance of control over at least one thing, right? Probably too deep of thoughts, especially when he's handing over credits for ice cream.

Success, strawberry acquired, though it's not immediately relinquished to him. Fine, he can deal with that, it's probably better that way anyways, all things considered. With a slight nod, and an attempt at balancing both the bowl and Jellybean with one arm, he follows her out of the shop, stopping only to offer said bowl to her.

Wrath keeps going all the way to the bench, since it's easier to do the ice cream trade sitting, without a cane occupying her hand. Instead of immediately taking the bowl, though, she grabs the spoon and digs out a lump of the dark chocolate ice cream, and even gets most of the pepper jelly off of it. Then she tilts the spoon toward Maine. "Bite , and then I'll hand your ice cream over. Unless you think your mouth is too wimpy."

Yeah, she did just call the honor of Maine's mouth into question there.

There's a disgruntled look shot in Wrath's direction; it's not his, it is most definitely for the kitten. Yes, he's still content to hold onto that very flimsy lie to help soothe his fragile male ego. That does beg the question though if cats can even eat fruit. Not something that he'd thought to look up before going out, so that's going to be difficult to explain away if there's some issue.

With a huff, he leans down, shooting another look to her, but does take a bite. Cold, sweet-

And immediately recoils, because there's suddenly pain, and he'd not been expecting that. Hot, ice cream shouldn't be hot this isn't something he signed up for at all.

Wrath observes this reaction and wrinkles her nose. "Wow. I even get the most mild kind of pepper jelly. But it's okay if you don't like it. Not everyone does." She carefully relieves Maine of the bowl before he can drop it. "Just. Uh. Never let the guys in the mess dare you into a hot sauce contest if you didn't like that."

Wrath? She wins hot sauce contests. She makes grown men weep.

She'd like to start eating her ice cream, but now her hands are full. "Here's your--uh. Jellybean's cone." The cone, with its two scoops, is bigger than the kitten in question.

No, now it's a challenge; he's going to tolerate this stuff if it kills him. Just maybe not immediately, because 'spicy' isn't something that's been a part of his normal diet. MREs have never been known for their flavour, after all. But if he's going to get dared, then he's going to come out on top of things, he'll make certain of that.

But wait, yeah, Jellybean's ice cream. For Jellybean. Yes.

He takes it, makes a cursory gesture to offer it to the kitten, but she does nothing more than sniff before she's summarily disinterested in it. Apparently the kitten just doesn't have goo taste, at least as far as he's concerned. Maine offers a shrug, I tried, but the fact of the matter becomes that it'd be in poor manners to waste food. After all, there were days back home when field rations ran out that he'd kill for something like this. Literally. And even without that excuse, it's strawberry. He happens to like strawberry. What a happy coincidence.

...that's his excuse, he'll stick to it. Especially now, when he's just taking a bite out of it, regardless of the fact it hurts his teeth.

Wrath is not even buying the feint toward Jellybean, but she makes a mental note that Maine likes strawberry. Which is awesome, actually; strawberry is one of her favorite flavors as well when she's not looking for heat or chocolate or both.

She scoops another bite of ice cream out, makes sure it's got plenty of jelly on it, and then takes her time licking her spoon clean. That's the stuff. "Guess she doesn't like strawberry," she observes. She's on to you, Maine. So on to you. "Guess she'll have to try a different flavor next time."

Yeah, but she's smiling. Maine's fucking adorable.

Cold is nice, sweet is nice. It's been probably over a decade since he's actually had ice cream; not a lot of funding to send it to the front lines, after all. Even if it's an affront to his image, it's still definitely something he's going to enjoy right now, while he still has Jellybean to be his cover. Not that said cover is any sort of believable, but plausible denial and all that.

There's a brow raise in Wrath's general direction, and a nonplussed look, "she has bad taste."

She takes her time savoring another cold spoonful. "Strawberry's the best, though. Come on, Jellybean." Wrath grins. "Hey Maine, she says to let me have a taste."

Hah, two can play at this game.

He narrows his eyes, unamused, trying to decide if he should take anything personally. There's a limit to his ability to deal with blows to his ego, after all. But it's Wrath, Wrath usually jokes, it probably isn't serious, so perhaps he can relent just a bit.

There's a bit of reluctance to offer the cone over, but eventually he relents, agter taking another bite forst.

Wrath is not a bitter when it comes to ice cream. She's definitely a licker. Hopefully make doesn't mind, since that's what she does one he hands the cone over: take a couple long licks before offering it back.

"That's good. Our kitten has such good taste."

Grin.

Technically Maine's kitten but... Hopefully he doesn't mind sharing?

"She won't eat it." There isn't even a bat of an eye at the phrasing; as far as Maine's been concerned, Jellybean has belonged to the both of them since the day she was unceremoniously shoved into his hands. Wrath's been looking after her for long enough, that's for certain, and has probably done a hell of a lot more than he has to make sure she's healthy and well-adjusted. "Bad taste."

"Wow, if she doesn't like it maybe I should taste it again to see why." She's... mostly joking. "Guess she'll just have to try a different flavor next time."

If there's a next time. Who's he kidding, there's probably going to be a next time, even if it risks his pride. Because for as cantankerous as he can be, the time out of the house seems to have been good for her. She's smiling again, joking, it's exactly what he'd hoped for.

While there's no response beyond a good-natured roll of his eyes, he does offer the cone back over to her; Jellybean ruse aside, she's the one that'd originally mentioned ice cream so long ago, it would be cruel to keep it all to himself.

She is actually a little surprised that he hands it back without a grumble. Wrath decides to not abuse that kindness and just take one more lick before giving the cone back. "Yeah, you're right, she does have bad taste then, that stuff is really good."

Back to her chocolate and pepper jelly.

And hopefully ice cream is good for Maine as well. He seems in a downright playful mood, for him. It's good to see the grump get set aside on occasion, since it means he's relaxed a little.

"Or maybe it's a training issue," she offers, just in case maybe dies like strawberry that much. "Sometimes you have to learn to like flavors, right? By trying then over and over."

He won't admit to liking the saccharine sweet, at least not out loud, but there's a noise of approval at Wrath's statement. Yes, it's good, he's got a sweet tooth, even if he tries to hide it.

"'s how mres get edible." Over and over again until every tastebud is dead and canned meals are downright gourmet.

Yeah, she is not fooled in the slightest about the sweet tooth issue. All it took was watching Jojo share a pack of gummi worms with him and it was pretty damn obvious. But she's not in the habit of teasing people about things that make them happy, at least not in a mean way.

"Ugh, yeah." She wrinkles her nose. "Oh man. After a while, we ran out of MREs on the line and then it was just rat bars. They don't taste like anything at all, but they're so dense." And yet, she has rat bars in the kitchen cabinet, because she can always choke them down no matter what. "Ice cream is definitely better. I bet Jellybean will learn to like ice cream way faster than she could handle a rat bar."

"Not feeding her rat bars." The idea of even allowing them near the kitten is atrocious. Who in their right mind would be that cruel? "Might be animal abuse."

There's a slight turn of the corner of his mouth though, just enough to belay his amusement, even as he takes another bite.

"I think they're made out of animal abuse," she remarks. "She's super picky anyway. Aren't you, dork," she continues in the particularly stupid tone reserved for kittens, "didn't even want to eat the vat fish I got for her during the riots. Milk or nothing."

"Milk's good for her." Well, that and the idea of vat-grown things is still a little offputting, but that's more of a cultural difference than anything else. "Should find something she'll actually eat though."

"It's good for everyone. You should drink more milk too," Wrath says. "Good thing ice cream has milk in it too."

"She likes the kitten food in the pink bag. Cause pink is the best."

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omg that stupid cute face

so manly 5eva

is it any wonder she likes him so much XD

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