SPOILER!!: “<3”
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sweetpinkpixie 
It wasn't that Atlas kept Remy around because she said such honest and truthful things about how innately amazing he was...but it certainly was a perk to their friendship. One that had his lips curling and parting into a toothy kind of grin. The best. Yes, thank you for noticing. The affirmation and reassurance was infallible. He totally missed, at first, that she was calling him a flobberworm - too busy basking in his self proclaimed glory for remembering to carry around muggle rot your teeth sour candy - but when he did climbed down from the mountain a little, he was all laughter.
"Oi," he chuckled while nudging her with his elbow before pulling the goods out of his bag. "It's called Toxic Waste. Like, you know, any unwanted material in all forms that can cause harm. So think of the sour component as something corrosive." Pretty awesome branding too. Hopefully dad would not notice that it had gone missing. Hey, a boy could dream that his dad - who literally could not focus on anything if even one of his perfectly sharpened pencils was not aligned in perfect parallel position to the rest - would just so happen to notice that a couple of containers had been plucked from the honeycomb arrangement in the tin.
And there she went with that tongue thing again and him staring at it. He found himself wondering if she had ever had an Acid Pop and then burned a hole into it (it was only the natural progression of thoughts from corrosive material to tongues to things that cause corrosion in tongues). Also, for some peculiar reason, he wondered if she would ever get her tongue pierced since she liked to show it off so much. Maybe her patronus, if she could ever produce one, would be some sort of dog. They liked to stick their tongues out too. In any case, he was staring at her tongue for an unnaturally long time once again...but his fascination with the muscular organ did not cause him to miss the shift in tone based on his response to her querry.
Why did he have to be so extra? Was that not in the definition of being a Gryffindor? And a Flamsteed Gryffindor at that.
His own lips forming a pout (he hated getting the answer wrong and he clearly had despite his thoroughness), he nodded nonetheless at her suggestion. "Ice cream sounds good. I'm gonna make mine three scoops in a bowl." He was not particularly fond of cones since they got all soggy and could leak all over, causing messes. He could never eat ice cream fast enough to avoid this (brain freezes came too easily to him) and eating ice cream out of order or LiCkiNg tHe SiDeS of the cone to lap up the melted bits was just...so unappealing to him. He did not need his cones soggy from his own saliva anymore than he needed it soggy from melted cream and sugar.
Situated beside her, Atlas was currently attempting to fashion himself a compass with the supplies present so that he could make three perfect circles on his bag with one of the pencils he had produced from his bag. He had to sketch a blueprint first, after all. The sight of all the glitter Remy had gathered was both horrifying and gratifying. "You're going to share all that glitter, right?"
This was going to drive dad craaaaaaaaazy.
Aalekslsndlsk. The elbow nudge caught her off guard and it made those butterflies wriggle around even more. She laughed a little in response and tucked a fallen lock of hair behind her ear.
Toxic Waste. Remy made a face of disgust.
It wasn’t that she didn’t trust Atlas, but she didn’t trust the fact that it was a muggle product. For all she knew, it could be something deadly to witches and wizards. “
I really wanna win this competition but… I don’t want my tongue to corrode.” She enjoyed her tongue, obviously. And don’t even try and tempt her to do it, because she was easily tempted. She eyed the product as he pulled out and took it from him. Gently, of course, she would never snatch. “
Hmmm…” Sceptical, she was sceptical.
She turned the packaging all over to work out how to open it. She wanted to sniff the suspicions away.
Her tongue soon returned to where it belonged as he started to stare at it. She suddenly felt an overwhelming feeling of self consciousness as if she had something on it, or maybe it was discoloured. DID SHE HAVE BAD BREATH??????!
The Gryffindor subconsciously moved a little further away from him and kept her mouth shut just in case.
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Just three?!” Remy exclaimed… “
Ooh, a bowl… fancy.” With her eyes still on her own tote bag, Remy delicately added different shades of pink to represent her favourite flavour, strawberry. She would allow that he wanted to do a bowl over a cone, “
I’m going to do a cone.” Just so he knows. Once she was finished with the pinks, she passed them over to him. “
Of course! Once I’m finished you can use all of the ones I used.” Again, once she was finished.