[She watches the darts with more intensity than she's looked at anything else over the span of this whole conversation.
There's something. Something she should know about this. She knows there is, but she can't— quite— scratch that itch—
The now-liquid ice cream drips from her hand onto her sleeve. She frowns at it and reluctantly clears the rest of the treat off the stick in one bite. But as she's looking at the darts again and wondering how the heck to get pink ice cream out of a white shirt—]
1/3??? i think
There's something. Something she should know about this. She knows there is, but she can't— quite— scratch that itch—
The now-liquid ice cream drips from her hand onto her sleeve. She frowns at it and reluctantly clears the rest of the treat off the stick in one bite. But as she's looking at the darts again and wondering how the heck to get pink ice cream out of a white shirt—]