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[owned-by-zot.livejournal.com]

Kestrel's downstairs again, because her player is a sucker for punishment. Come talk to her, you know you want to!

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[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Watch Ace blink. Blink Ace, blink.
"This is me we're talking about." she states blandly.

[owned-by-zot.livejournal.com]

"Well, yes. But I don't know you. So I don't know if you're likely to regularly say things that are weird. I know that I do, but I've managed not to do anything to upset Bar so far..."

One hand is lightly stroking the bar's surface, although she might not realize it.

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

"Personally, I think the Professor managed to send the Bar a message that went something along the lines of 'And make sure Ace eats her veggies'." she sighs longsufferingly.
She doesn't add that she wishes that he had sent a message to her instead. Or that she wishes that she could send a message to him. Or anything else of that sort.

[owned-by-zot.livejournal.com]

She chuckles a little.

"Well, it's probably healthier for you this way... not that that's that much of a consolation, I know. Tell me... you done with that?"

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Ace looks a little lost.
"With... what? This?" she waves the half-eaten piece of fruit.

[owned-by-zot.livejournal.com]

"Yeah... you want some ice cream or something?"

Not quite waiting for a response, Kestrel turns to the bar again.

"Bar, lovely, two bowls of your best chocolate ice cream, would you? Please? I think she gets the point."

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

"Oh Lord, please?" Look at the pitiful Ace-puppydog-eyes. The girl'd kill for chocolate. The fruit hits the plate and bounces a bit, anchored by the fork still stuck in it.

[owned-by-zot.livejournal.com]

Laughing softly, Kestrel pushes one bowl over to Ace.

The bar is quite good when it comes to ice cream.

"Looks like she's taking pity on you."

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Before she answers, she scoops up a heaping spoonful of ice cream and downs it with the efficiency that comes naturally to a tweenager. Her eyes roll back with bliss. Ah, chocolate. She does remember her manners, and swallows before talking.
"Did I mention I love the Bar? Ummhmm." she sets about to clearing the bowl of ice cream in record time.

[owned-by-zot.livejournal.com]

It's entirely possible the bar was sneaky enough to put vitamins in the ice cream, as well, but if so, it's not suffering for the flavor.

Kestrel digs in to her own bowl.

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Ace wouldn't care at this point of the ice cream had been solely made with that sadistic fruit. It's wonderful.

[owned-by-zot.livejournal.com]

There are few things more platonically pleasing than blissing out on chocolate ice cream.

Yum.