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Equally as important as the ice cream flavour one chooses is the toppings that one puts upon it. A good topping or two can make or break a personal sundae, so once you've picked your poison flavour, the toppings bar is the next logical stop on the road to ice cream nirvana! The setup is rather impressive and can seem intimidating at first, but don't fret. This magical machine is easy enough to operate, given a moment and some patience.
A series of medium-sized glass tubes containing any topping one could dream of (and some nobody would dare to) hover precariously over a long, shiny tray that is inset into the countertop. At any given time this tray can be found with any myriad of missed toppings mixed together inside of it; the more adventurous customers sometimes choose to pick up the small scooper that can be found at its edge & scoop their toppings from those that did not land on someone else's ice cream. If you'd prefer to make your own choices, however, merely say your decided-upon topping or toppings to the machine, and it will release a small amount of it into the corkscrew spun glass chutes. Watch carefully and make sure to position your ice cream in the right place, because all of the chutes merge together into one to drop your tasting ice cream additives onto your bowl or cone!
The machine is magical and will clear itself of any topping residue between customers, so you needn't worry about getting sticky caramel sauce or the lingered tastes of meat chunks if the person before you made some decisions you don't agree with. However, if you should find that help is necessary, another tap bell can be found at the end of the counter to summon the shopkeeper or assistant.
She KNEW he would be more receptive this time and the way he oh-so willingly just froze up entirely melted against her was all the proof needed that she was toooooooootally right about him. Making sure to linger as long as possible on his lips, she wrapped her arms around his neck and offered her most sincere feminine grin when he pulled away.
Can't just what? Gosh why did he have to be so shy about all this?
"Taste good?" she giggled. She had pleeeeeeeenty of lip gloss left in the bottle. "So? Now everyone here knows that you are mine." It really was a win win situation, gosh. He was so lucky she was here to point these things out to him.
Still basically hanging on him, Sachiko invited herself to be dragged around a bit as he went to fetching his ice cream. "Are you here alooooooooooone?"
He didn't know how to answer that, so he wouldn't. Jaemin's cheeks flushed pink and he pulled his ice cream bowl to himself, hyper alert in case she might try to put some love potion or something in it. He still had problems with baked goods because of her... he wasn't giving up ice cream as well. He liked sweets, and the ones he could comfortably eat were dwindling after the previous term.
"We talked about this before," he murmured, giving her a look and giving up on getting out of her grip. She was weirdly good at holding onto him "I'm not a pet or anything... you can't just say that I belong to you..."
He stuck a spoon into his ice cream and nodded at her question. He was here alone... his mom was out in regular London doing regular Muggle things, and his dad was at work. If he wasn't, Jaemin likely wouldn't have been allowed out, because technically he supposed he was still grounded...
Being grounded hadn't actually affected a whole lot though. He'd just been made to sleep in the house instead of his tent, but he still spent the majority of his time in the backyard during the days anyway. It was stupid. His father was being ridiculous. The small Slytherin looked at the pretty girl attached to him, ears still dark red, and bit his lip lightly.
He could still taste her lip goop.
"I have to go get school stuff after I eat this," he murmured, holding up the bowl. Should he offer some to her? He could totally eat all of it, but... maybe she'd eat some and then go off to do her stuff while he did his? "You can have some, if you want..."
As long as she didn't put love potion in it. Or anything else weird. He had stuff to do today and trauma wasn't on the list.
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He didn't know how to answer that, so he wouldn't. Jaemin's cheeks flushed pink and he pulled his ice cream bowl to himself, hyper alert in case she might try to put some love potion or something in it. He still had problems with baked goods because of her... he wasn't giving up ice cream as well. He liked sweets, and the ones he could comfortably eat were dwindling after the previous term.
"We talked about this before," he murmured, giving her a look and giving up on getting out of her grip. She was weirdly good at holding onto him "I'm not a pet or anything... you can't just say that I belong to you..."
He stuck a spoon into his ice cream and nodded at her question. He was here alone... his mom was out in regular London doing regular Muggle things, and his dad was at work. If he wasn't, Jaemin likely wouldn't have been allowed out, because technically he supposed he was still grounded...
Being grounded hadn't actually affected a whole lot though. He'd just been made to sleep in the house instead of his tent, but he still spent the majority of his time in the backyard during the days anyway. It was stupid. His father was being ridiculous. The small Slytherin looked at the pretty girl attached to him, ears still dark red, and bit his lip lightly.
He could still taste her lip goop.
"I have to go get school stuff after I eat this," he murmured, holding up the bowl. Should he offer some to her? He could totally eat all of it, but... maybe she'd eat some and then go off to do her stuff while he did his? "You can have some, if you want..."
As long as she didn't put love potion in it. Or anything else weird. He had stuff to do today and trauma wasn't on the list.
Boys could be REALLY thick sometimes, as she was discovering more and more. Some were a little more receptive to her whim, however. Jaemin just needed to relax and not WORRY so much. She had it aaaaaaaaall figured out. She even had a few swatches for drapes selected. Mum hadn't noticed her swipe the book from the counter the other day and whenever she DID find it, well, there were a few sample pages mysteriously missing. Oops.
"I know you're not a pet," she snorted, rolling her eyes oh so cutely. "You're my boyfriend." She KNEW the difference, thank you very much. And the shouting had been completely necessary juuuuuuuuuust in case anyone nearby thought otherwise. Territory marked. Heh.
"Of course I'll come with you," she chirped, hugging him a bit more tightly because obviously that had been his way of asking her out. She squeaked loudly when he offered her some of his ice cream too. From HIS spoon even! (Which hadn't actually been offered but try telling her that.) He was practically begging her to snog him again. "I would looooooooove some," she grinned, opening her mouth and waiting for him to feed her some.
Ice cream now, snogs later.
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Boys could be REALLY thick sometimes, as she was discovering more and more. Some were a little more receptive to her whim, however. Jaemin just needed to relax and not WORRY so much. She had it aaaaaaaaall figured out. She even had a few swatches for drapes selected. Mum hadn't noticed her swipe the book from the counter the other day and whenever she DID find it, well, there were a few sample pages mysteriously missing. Oops.
"I know you're not a pet," she snorted, rolling her eyes oh so cutely. "You're my boyfriend." She KNEW the difference, thank you very much. And the shouting had been completely necessary juuuuuuuuuust in case anyone nearby thought otherwise. Territory marked. Heh.
"Of course I'll come with you," she chirped, hugging him a bit more tightly because obviously that had been his way of asking her out. She squeaked loudly when he offered her some of his ice cream too. From HIS spoon even! (Which hadn't actually been offered but try telling her that.) He was practically begging her to snog him again. "I would looooooooove some," she grinned, opening her mouth and waiting for him to feed her some.
Ice cream now, snogs later.
TEHEHE.
That was the opposite of what he wanted. Everything happening right now was the opposite of what he wanted. Jaemin made a face when she yelled that he was her boyfriend, because he still had not agreed to that thank you very much. But he knew arguing with her would likely just result in pouting, and whining, and more possible love potioning. He watched her hands suspiciously, just in case.
"You don't have to come with me... You can go do your stuff and I'll do mine," he murmured, blinking at the way she held her mouth open. Was that her way of asking for a spoon? Was that what was happening? Because surely she wasn't expecting him to feed her like a baby. Jaemin looked back at the bar and picked up another spoon, looking at it for a moment before putting it in her mouth, empty. There. That would be her spoon. Congratulations on your spoon, Sachiko. Now she could feed herself like a big girl, and she wouldn't get all worked up about germs or dirt or anything. He still remembered the horrifying screams over his dirty fingernails.
Fingernails that were now clean more often than not, coincidentally.
"...should we go sit?" because... you know... eating with her attached to him was going to be a trial.
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Henry noticed once he returned with the napkins that she no longer had a sundae. He figured she probably threw out what remained of it and, while he probably would have tried to salvage what was left had it been him, he did feel bad that she had no more ice cream while he still had half his sundae.
"No problem.. yeah, magic would've been a little more helpful," he said nodding a bit. "Maybe some water from the restroom sink.." he added as a suggestion. It seemed to have kind of left a stain on her clothes, but that was probably the best that was going to happen with a few dry napkins. "Or maybe your mom can use a spell when you get home." He glanced down at the half of a sundae he had left then back at Ariadne. "Do you want to share what I have left?" He didn't mind, really, but did it sound weird? He had shared ice cream with others before, but maybe she'd think it weird having just met him. Well, the offer was out there for her to decide whether she wanted to accept it or not.
"Oh, I went to Hogsmeade a lot last year," he nodded when she brought it up. "That's where you live? That's cool.. So do you ride the train to school then, or do you just walk over when it's time to go?" That would make things super convenient, though maybe it was a little exciting to see everyone there after summer. "It is nice to get out of the school once in a while, and.. well, I guess you already know what's there," he added with a chuckle. And he might have also thought that it would be really nice to be that close to home. He didn't feel it quite as much last year, but he did get homesick some, especially in his first year.
"Oh really? That's kind of like my family," the fourteen year old smiled. "All of my family's been in Hufflepuff. Well, at least all the ones that went to Hogwarts." And he had been certain that he'd be one too. "I always thought people in families tended to stay in the same house, but then I met a lot of people who had family in all different houses." And he didn't think it mattered at all, he had just found it curious at the time since he always had that original thought. "I have friends in all the houses too," he nodded happily. "Do you like being in Slytherin?" He'd imagine she'd say yes, but he was always curious about what people thought.
Ariadne cast a glance at Henry, this boy she'd just met who'd had no problem NOT laughing at her and instead just helping clean up her mess. What a cool guy, she thought to herself. She nodded along when he agreed with her that yes, magic would have been really helpful right about now. Her mom was here and could have easily come and cast the mess away, but who wanted to be embarrassed by asking their mom to come clean them up in public? Not her. "Oh, I'm positive my mom can clean this up. Seeing as she's a potions mistress, I bet she has loads of potions on hand that would work," she said. She shrugged. "Well. Nothing I can do about it now. Thanks again, though."
Her expression softened when he asked if she wanted some of his ice cream. "No, thanks. I've had enough ice cream for now," she said. What with eating half of it and wearing the rest, she was perfectly fine with not having anymore ice cream for at least a little while. She nodded when the topic changed, and he asked if she lived in Hogsmeade. "Yeah, I take the train. My mom brings me to London, and I ride from there. I know I live right by the school, but it's fun riding the train with my friends. I think I'd miss a lot if I just walked on over." At first, it had annoyed her. Now she liked riding the train.
She gave a slight smile of amusement when he mentioned that his entire family had been in Hufflepuff. Her father and sister would have a FIT with that one. Ariadne knew they were both literally allergic to Hufflepuffs. "I have friends in all the houses, too," she answered. Ariadne didn't really isolate herself to one kind of friend like her dad and sister did. "Slytherin's cool. I'm really dedicated and ambitious, so it fits me perfectly. So are you loyal and friendly like the textbook Hufflepuff?" He definitely had the friendly part down pat.
Ariadne cast a glance at Henry, this boy she'd just met who'd had no problem NOT laughing at her and instead just helping clean up her mess. What a cool guy, she thought to herself. She nodded along when he agreed with her that yes, magic would have been really helpful right about now. Her mom was here and could have easily come and cast the mess away, but who wanted to be embarrassed by asking their mom to come clean them up in public? Not her. "Oh, I'm positive my mom can clean this up. Seeing as she's a potions mistress, I bet she has loads of potions on hand that would work," she said. She shrugged. "Well. Nothing I can do about it now. Thanks again, though."
Her expression softened when he asked if she wanted some of his ice cream. "No, thanks. I've had enough ice cream for now," she said. What with eating half of it and wearing the rest, she was perfectly fine with not having anymore ice cream for at least a little while. She nodded when the topic changed, and he asked if she lived in Hogsmeade. "Yeah, I take the train. My mom brings me to London, and I ride from there. I know I live right by the school, but it's fun riding the train with my friends. I think I'd miss a lot if I just walked on over." At first, it had annoyed her. Now she liked riding the train.
She gave a slight smile of amusement when he mentioned that his entire family had been in Hufflepuff. Her father and sister would have a FIT with that one. Ariadne knew they were both literally allergic to Hufflepuffs. "I have friends in all the houses, too," she answered. Ariadne didn't really isolate herself to one kind of friend like her dad and sister did. "Slytherin's cool. I'm really dedicated and ambitious, so it fits me perfectly. So are you loyal and friendly like the textbook Hufflepuff?" He definitely had the friendly part down pat.
It really was a shame that they were not allowed to do magic outside of school until they were Of Age, because Henry knew he was adept enough at cleaning spells to clean up Aridane's mess without leaving that stain on her shirt. Or he was pretty sure she'd be able to do it herself. But as it went, she'd probably have to walk around all day like that until she got home where hopeful a spell would finish the job. Or a potion. "Your mom's a Potions Mistress? That's cool. I like Potions pretty good. It's a lot like cooking." And as long as he followed the recipe well enough, it usually turned out all right.
Henry felt bad to eat in front of her but he understood her not wanting to eat any more and he did offer, so he figured it was alright. Taking a few more bites, he nodded as she continued the conversation. "Yeah, I guess I can see that. It is fun to see everyone after break. Though it is a long ride... I might be half-tempted to sleep in that day, then do my packing a little later and just meet everyone at the station for the carriage ride," he added with a chuckle, partially joking. He supposed he was of two minds there and could see both ways.
A few more bites and he'd be done, Henry looked up as he savored the last of his chocolate frog scoop. It wasn't surprising for him to hear that Ariadne enjoyed being in Slytherin. He didn't know anyone who didn't like the house they had been sorted in. "Yeah, I guess I'd say I am both of those things," he grinned. It was just nice to be friendly, which he supposed was also a big part of his personality. "I guess I'm pretty friendly, and I think I'm pretty loyal, especially to my friends." He thought a moment. "But I think I'm dedicated and ambitious to things that I really want to be. Are you friendly and loyal?" Not that he knew her all that well, but she seemed rather friendly. He wondered how much people had traditional traits from other houses anyway.
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It really was a shame that they were not allowed to do magic outside of school until they were Of Age, because Henry knew he was adept enough at cleaning spells to clean up Aridane's mess without leaving that stain on her shirt. Or he was pretty sure she'd be able to do it herself. But as it went, she'd probably have to walk around all day like that until she got home where hopeful a spell would finish the job. Or a potion. "Your mom's a Potions Mistress? That's cool. I like Potions pretty good. It's a lot like cooking." And as long as he followed the recipe well enough, it usually turned out all right.
Henry felt bad to eat in front of her but he understood her not wanting to eat any more and he did offer, so he figured it was alright. Taking a few more bites, he nodded as she continued the conversation. "Yeah, I guess I can see that. It is fun to see everyone after break. Though it is a long ride... I might be half-tempted to sleep in that day, then do my packing a little later and just meet everyone at the station for the carriage ride," he added with a chuckle, partially joking. He supposed he was of two minds there and could see both ways.
A few more bites and he'd be done, Henry looked up as he savored the last of his chocolate frog scoop. It wasn't surprising for him to hear that Ariadne enjoyed being in Slytherin. He didn't know anyone who didn't like the house they had been sorted in. "Yeah, I guess I'd say I am both of those things," he grinned. It was just nice to be friendly, which he supposed was also a big part of his personality. "I guess I'm pretty friendly, and I think I'm pretty loyal, especially to my friends." He thought a moment. "But I think I'm dedicated and ambitious to things that I really want to be. Are you friendly and loyal?" Not that he knew her all that well, but she seemed rather friendly. He wondered how much people had traditional traits from other houses anyway.
Ariadne tried not to look at her shirt. It felt like it was a sticky mess, and she felt like the stain was a million times bigger than it really was. Plus, she was missing her ice cream really badly right now. Henry HAD offered some of his, but she figured she should stay away from ice cream for at least the rest of the day. She nodded when he mentioned that potions making was a lot like cooking. "I've heard people say that," she said, although she probably thought her mom would cringe at the very comparison. Ariadne could see where Henry was getting at, though.
She also nodded when he brought up the train ride. "You're right. It's long. REALLY long," she agreed. "At least there's candy, though." That made a VERY big difference. Then there was the whole feast at the end of the train ride. She happened to glance up then and saw her mother coming down the street. It was about time to meet her, so she guessed now was as good a time as any. "I do think I'm loyal and friendly. I guess the sorting hat just saw more dedication and ambition in me," she answered.
Standing up, she smiled across the table toward her new friend. "Well, it was nice getting to know you better. I better go meet my mom," she said. "If I don't see you before September 1, have a good rest of the summer." She looked out the window a second time. "I'll see you at school!" Then on that note, she was off, ice cream-stained shirt and all.
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Hand on her huge belly, Gabby waddled made her way over to the toppings bar so that she could get some pickles to put on the chocolate ice cream she had just bought. Four scoops of chocolate covered in pickles sounded amazing right about now even though she knew that it was weird. It had been the same during her last pregnancy and Archer had gotten used to it long before now. Good thing too since she was currently carrying his child.
Smiling, she approached one of the toppings machines and told it what she wanted for the topping. Alana was following behind her right? She had kind of forgotten about her sister-in-law momentarily because FOOD.
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Hand on her huge belly, Gabby waddled made her way over to the toppings bar so that she could get some pickles to put on the chocolate ice cream she had just bought. Four scoops of chocolate covered in pickles sounded amazing right about now even though she knew that it was weird. It had been the same during her last pregnancy and Archer had gotten used to it long before now. Good thing too since she was currently carrying his child.
Smiling, she approached one of the toppings machines and told it what she wanted for the topping. Alana was following behind her right? She had kind of forgotten about her sister-in-law momentarily because FOOD.
Oops.
Alana was another person who was quite used to Gabby and her crazy cravings during pregnancy. She was slightly behind her rather fat and waddling sister in law and was trying to conceal her laughter. Gabby reminded her of extremely plump, cute penguins... they waddled ever so much.
"Don't forget to leave some toppings for me, Gabby,'' she called as she caught up with the other woman. "I've noticed you've perfected your waddling. The first time around you looked so clumsy.'' Lana loved to tease Gabby who had filled that void of Lana not having any siblings when she joined the family. Siblings teased each other a lot.
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Alana was another person who was quite used to Gabby and her crazy cravings during pregnancy. She was slightly behind her rather fat and waddling sister in law and was trying to conceal her laughter. Gabby reminded her of extremely plump, cute penguins... they waddled ever so much.
"Don't forget to leave some toppings for me, Gabby,'' she called as she caught up with the other woman. "I've noticed you've perfected your waddling. The first time around you looked so clumsy.'' Lana loved to tease Gabby who had filled that void of Lana not having any siblings when she joined the family. Siblings teased each other a lot.
The ice cream looked so mouthwatering to pregnant Gabby that she had to start eating it right there in front of the topping dispenser. No concern to her if she caused a traffic jam and there were other ones available; she did what she wanted and right now what she wanted to do was eat. And eat. And eat.
Pffft. She sent an eye roll towards her sister-in-law. "You can have all the toppings that you want, but the pickles are MINE." Obviously joking because there was no way that Alana would do that. As a mother, however, she would understand the crazy cravings that came with developing a child in the womb. "I walk like a fashion model thank you very much. Speaking of waddling, are you and Dima going to have another child? Me and Archer are taking a break from having children." The next pregnancy would definitely be planned. It also wouldn't be happening for a few years.
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The ice cream looked so mouthwatering to pregnant Gabby that she had to start eating it right there in front of the topping dispenser. No concern to her if she caused a traffic jam and there were other ones available; she did what she wanted and right now what she wanted to do was eat. And eat. And eat.
Pffft. She sent an eye roll towards her sister-in-law. "You can have all the toppings that you want, but the pickles are MINE." Obviously joking because there was no way that Alana would do that. As a mother, however, she would understand the crazy cravings that came with developing a child in the womb. "I walk like a fashion model thank you very much. Speaking of waddling, are you and Dima going to have another child? Me and Archer are taking a break from having children." The next pregnancy would definitely be planned. It also wouldn't be happening for a few years.
Looking carefully at Gabby, Alana laughed heartily. There was her sister- in- law eating her ice cream without even thinking of the others behind her. "Oh, Gabby, you really need to choose your topping and give the others a chance.'' She gently took a hold of the woman's elbow and tugged.
"I'll let you have all the pickles,'' Lana agreed and ignoring the eye roll. "I'll take something more delicious.'' That was true. She had no craving for pickles and ice cream. "A very fat fashion model, I may add.'' Lana tried to look unconcerned to keep from laughing at Gabby's pompousness. "I would like to have another but I don't think that Dima is ready as yet. He's having too much fun with our kids and the restaurant. By the way, I am sure he has a lot of pickles for you.'' Hint, hint! Stop by the restaurant soon, Gabby. "You'll have you hands full with these kids, anyway. But it's nice to know you two plan to have more.''
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Looking carefully at Gabby, Alana laughed heartily. There was her sister- in- law eating her ice cream without even thinking of the others behind her. "Oh, Gabby, you really need to choose your topping and give the others a chance.'' She gently took a hold of the woman's elbow and tugged.
"I'll let you have all the pickles,'' Lana agreed and ignoring the eye roll. "I'll take something more delicious.'' That was true. She had no craving for pickles and ice cream. "A very fat fashion model, I may add.'' Lana tried to look unconcerned to keep from laughing at Gabby's pompousness. "I would like to have another but I don't think that Dima is ready as yet. He's having too much fun with our kids and the restaurant. By the way, I am sure he has a lot of pickles for you.'' Hint, hint! Stop by the restaurant soon, Gabby. "You'll have you hands full with these kids, anyway. But it's nice to know you two plan to have more.''
Amused, Gabby rolled her eyes and smirked. She knew that she was still in the way of the topping machine and didn't really care one way or another because people could work around her. "But I might want more pickles!" Actually, there was no MIGHT about it. She WOULD be putting more pickles on as soon as she had finished up the bit that was already on her chocolate ice cream. Still, as Alana gently tugged on her arm, she moved slightly to the side. Not much though. Nope.
Hehe. Of course she would be the only one eating this topping; no one besides a pregnant woman would eat pickles on ice cream and Alana wasn't currently expecting a child. "I might be very fat, but I'm still sexy." That's what her husband told her. Honestly it was effortless for her to be sexy. Gabby managed to do it 24/7 and it was just as easy as breathing. Her self-image during this pregnancy was much better than it had been during the previous one because she knew that she would be able to lose the weight again; especially with the use of yoga. "I can understand that. You don't realize how much work it is to be a parent until you ARE one." Not to say that she didn't love every moment of it. ANYWAY she was more than happy to have some pickles from Dima. "I'll have to take him up on that offer sometime. Me and Archer can stop by the restaraunt at any point." Sadly Valeria was too young to go with them but she could stay at the tent with Aoife.
Nod. "We haven't really discussed it, but I would definitely want to have another baby one day. I think he would as well." At the moment they already had their hands full and there would be another baby VERY soon. "Liana is due any day now but I'm thinking she might be late like her sister. Valeria was born 11 days after she was supposed to be." Frowning slightly, she rubbed her back. It was really starting to bother her but then that happened a lot during the end of pregnancy. Honestly she couldn't wait to get the next part over with because it was HARD.
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Amused, Gabby rolled her eyes and smirked. She knew that she was still in the way of the topping machine and didn't really care one way or another because people could work around her. "But I might want more pickles!" Actually, there was no MIGHT about it. She WOULD be putting more pickles on as soon as she had finished up the bit that was already on her chocolate ice cream. Still, as Alana gently tugged on her arm, she moved slightly to the side. Not much though. Nope.
Hehe. Of course she would be the only one eating this topping; no one besides a pregnant woman would eat pickles on ice cream and Alana wasn't currently expecting a child. "I might be very fat, but I'm still sexy." That's what her husband told her. Honestly it was effortless for her to be sexy. Gabby managed to do it 24/7 and it was just as easy as breathing. Her self-image during this pregnancy was much better than it had been during the previous one because she knew that she would be able to lose the weight again; especially with the use of yoga. "I can understand that. You don't realize how much work it is to be a parent until you ARE one." Not to say that she didn't love every moment of it. ANYWAY she was more than happy to have some pickles from Dima. "I'll have to take him up on that offer sometime. Me and Archer can stop by the restaraunt at any point." Sadly Valeria was too young to go with them but she could stay at the tent with Aoife.
Nod. "We haven't really discussed it, but I would definitely want to have another baby one day. I think he would as well." At the moment they already had their hands full and there would be another baby VERY soon. "Liana is due any day now but I'm thinking she might be late like her sister. Valeria was born 11 days after she was supposed to be." Frowning slightly, she rubbed her back. It was really starting to bother her but then that happened a lot during the end of pregnancy. Honestly she couldn't wait to get the next part over with because it was HARD.
Was it just her or did Gabby only budge a little? After a second, Lana decided she had not imagined it. It was obvious that Gabby's extra weight had something to do with it. "Alright, we'll get you more pickles when you're ready.'' She looked meaningfully at her sister- in- law.
"That's only in Archer's eyes, Gabby.'' Gabby did look really good for her pregnancy. With a laugh, Lana admitted, ''That's not true. You do look great.'' She could agree with the next statement as well. "It's tough work carrying them in your womb and then raising them but I love it.'' She was sure Gabby felt the same way. "The way you're hogging these pickles, I'd have to tell him to have a huge amount ready for you!''
"I'm all for more nieces or nephews. Our kids would have a great time playing together.'' Alana didn't see the need for Gabby to be worried. "It's alright. They can be born two weeks before or two weeks after the given due date. She'll be here soon enough.''
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Was it just her or did Gabby only budge a little? After a second, Lana decided she had not imagined it. It was obvious that Gabby's extra weight had something to do with it. "Alright, we'll get you more pickles when you're ready.'' She looked meaningfully at her sister- in- law.
"That's only in Archer's eyes, Gabby.'' Gabby did look really good for her pregnancy. With a laugh, Lana admitted, ''That's not true. You do look great.'' She could agree with the next statement as well. "It's tough work carrying them in your womb and then raising them but I love it.'' She was sure Gabby felt the same way. "The way you're hogging these pickles, I'd have to tell him to have a huge amount ready for you!''
"I'm all for more nieces or nephews. Our kids would have a great time playing together.'' Alana didn't see the need for Gabby to be worried. "It's alright. They can be born two weeks before or two weeks after the given due date. She'll be here soon enough.''
Uggggh.
Gabby was trying so hard to pay attention to what her sister-in-law was saying, but it was becoming more and more difficult as her back pain increased. She continued to rub her lower spine. "Everyone thinks I'm sexy but Archer's opinion is the only one that matters." They could look all they wanted to but that was all they could do. The thought of more pickles was nice, but she merely nodded not having anything else to say at the moment. It was too hard to focus.
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Uggggh.
Gabby was trying so hard to pay attention to what her sister-in-law was saying, but it was becoming more and more difficult as her back pain increased. She continued to rub her lower spine. "Everyone thinks I'm sexy but Archer's opinion is the only one that matters." They could look all they wanted to but that was all they could do. The thought of more pickles was nice, but she merely nodded not having anything else to say at the moment. It was too hard to focus.
"My back really hurts..."
Lana nodded. She definitely agreed that only Archer's opinion should matter on the subject. She felt the same way when it came to Dima. "That's why you two are such a good pair. Always true to each other.'' Second best only beaten by Lana herself and her handsome hubby.
She peered at Gabby in concern. "You should sit down, Gabby.'' If the pain didn't go away soon, she would take her sister-in-law soon. Goodness knows what happened and she didn't want to have Gabby exert herself. "Do you usually have the pains so badly?''
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Lana nodded. She definitely agreed that only Archer's opinion should matter on the subject. She felt the same way when it came to Dima. "That's why you two are such a good pair. Always true to each other.'' Second best only beaten by Lana herself and her handsome hubby.
She peered at Gabby in concern. "You should sit down, Gabby.'' If the pain didn't go away soon, she would take her sister-in-law soon. Goodness knows what happened and she didn't want to have Gabby exert herself. "Do you usually have the pains so badly?''
Obviously she and Archer were a good couple; they were the most perfect couple in the world. Everyone should know that. At the moment, however, she was a lot more concerned with the pain that she was experiencing.
Sitting down sounded like an amazing idea right about now though moving wasn't exactly the easiest thing to do. "Not usually. This is how I felt when Valeria was ready to come." That had been a lot of fun. Liana wasn't going to be born yet though. She wasn't even at home for one thing.
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Obviously she and Archer were a good couple; they were the most perfect couple in the world. Everyone should know that. At the moment, however, she was a lot more concerned with the pain that she was experiencing.
Sitting down sounded like an amazing idea right about now though moving wasn't exactly the easiest thing to do. "Not usually. This is how I felt when Valeria was ready to come." That had been a lot of fun. Liana wasn't going to be born yet though. She wasn't even at home for one thing.
Concern was written on every inch of Lana's face. She forgot about ice cream, toppings and the other persons behind her and Gabby. She clutched at Gabby's hand. "Come on, I need you to take a seat.'' She tried to lead her over to a seat. Hopefully this time Gabby wouldn't be stubborn about it.
Alana had registered quite well what had been said. It was possible Gabby was going into labour already. How would she get her sister-in-law back to the tent? Was apparating even a good idea? She fought the urge to panic. "Should we contact Archer?'' Merlin! Alana couldn't even do a patronus so that they could send a message!
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This time Gabby wasn't stubborn.
Still rubbing her back, she allowed Alana to lead her over to one of the seats. As much as she didn't want to be in labour at this very moment there was no denying that she probably was. Why couldn't Liana have waited until later when she was at the tent? Instead she was in Diagon Alley and her husband wasn't even with her. Taking a deep breath she tried not to panic. There was time for her to get home and set everything up. Hopefully Zhenya was visiting because she would be needed.
Wincing in pain, she sat down at the table. When the feeling finally subsided she felt able to talk. "Definitely need Archer. I'll send him a Patronus." It was a good thing that she was capable of producing one though it was rather difficult in her current condition. The silver mustang shot out with its message that he come quickly.
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This time Gabby wasn't stubborn.
Still rubbing her back, she allowed Alana to lead her over to one of the seats. As much as she didn't want to be in labour at this very moment there was no denying that she probably was. Why couldn't Liana have waited until later when she was at the tent? Instead she was in Diagon Alley and her husband wasn't even with her. Taking a deep breath she tried not to panic. There was time for her to get home and set everything up. Hopefully Zhenya was visiting because she would be needed.
Wincing in pain, she sat down at the table. When the feeling finally subsided she felt able to talk. "Definitely need Archer. I'll send him a Patronus." It was a good thing that she was capable of producing one though it was rather difficult in her current condition. The silver mustang shot out with its message that he come quickly.
Alana grasped one of Gabby's hands, trying to intertwine her own fingers with her sister's- in- law. She was mentally kicking herself too much to realise that there were persons around who could possibly help and that Gabby herself could produce a patronus. "Oh, yes! I forgot that you're Patronus capable.'' She barely had time to think to herself again that she should have paid more attention at School when they were being taught patronuses as the silver apparition zoomed off.
"Archer will be here soon,'' Lana assured Gabby in a soothing voice. "Just hang in there. Is there anything I can get you?'' Anything that would make her comfortable? Anything at all? Because she knew the pain- the intense pain- which labour could cause.
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Alana grasped one of Gabby's hands, trying to intertwine her own fingers with her sister's- in- law. She was mentally kicking herself too much to realise that there were persons around who could possibly help and that Gabby herself could produce a patronus. "Oh, yes! I forgot that you're Patronus capable.'' She barely had time to think to herself again that she should have paid more attention at School when they were being taught patronuses as the silver apparition zoomed off.
"Archer will be here soon,'' Lana assured Gabby in a soothing voice. "Just hang in there. Is there anything I can get you?'' Anything that would make her comfortable? Anything at all? Because she knew the pain- the intense pain- which labour could cause.
Glancing towards the entrance, Gabby waited for her husband to arrive. She knew that he wouldn't keep her waiting for long but she was super anxious and needed him. Once he was here and helping her to get home she would feel a lot better. He always made her feel better. Alana helped too, and she sent a small smile towards her sister-in-law as one of her hands was grasped. Hopefully she wouldn't end up crushing any fingers because that was a very likely scenario given the way that things were developing.
"Don't use them very often, but this is one case where I am thankful that I can." Otherwise she would have to ask a complete stranger and assistance wasn't something that she generally asked for - of course this was a an exception. Right now all she cared about was Archer coming. "Something that I can squeeze would be appreciated." Very much so. Unfortunately Alana wouldn't have potion on her so there was no point in asking for THAT.
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Glancing towards the entrance, Gabby waited for her husband to arrive. She knew that he wouldn't keep her waiting for long but she was super anxious and needed him. Once he was here and helping her to get home she would feel a lot better. He always made her feel better. Alana helped too, and she sent a small smile towards her sister-in-law as one of her hands was grasped. Hopefully she wouldn't end up crushing any fingers because that was a very likely scenario given the way that things were developing.
"Don't use them very often, but this is one case where I am thankful that I can." Otherwise she would have to ask a complete stranger and assistance wasn't something that she generally asked for - of course this was a an exception. Right now all she cared about was Archer coming. "Something that I can squeeze would be appreciated." Very much so. Unfortunately Alana wouldn't have potion on her so there was no point in asking for THAT.
Alana followed Gabby's gaze towards the entrance, looking for Archer too. But would he even bother with the entrance? If she were him, Alana would come busting in via apparation right in the middle of this crowded room. Provided that the parlour allowed persons to apparate here.
"Lucky that you at least could conjure one... me, I can't even conjure anything beyond a wisp of silver.'' Alana was so thankful that Gabby could have done more than that. Now she couldn't help but laugh. "My hand's already here, Gabby.'' She thought that she could handle the squeezes until Archer got there.
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The toppings bar could get rather gross at times what with the mixture of different foods grouping together and leaving a mess. The machines themselves were self-cleaning, but that didn't keep messes from dripping off of the tray and getting on the counter top or floor. That could be particularly nasty when dealing with things like caramel or chocolate sauce. Icky chocolate sauce.
Humming a song to herself, Esme worked to first clean the counter top and then the floor so that they were completely spotless. Once that was finished, she wiped down the topping tubes because really it didn't hurt to make sure that they were spotless.
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Ice cream was the best and Zita felt the need on this summer day to skip out on her sisters and go find a sweet treat alone. She didn't like being alone much and she felt fully out of place walking in and getting a few scoops of her favorite, but it was worth it once she saw the topping bar.
What went well with two scoops of lemon drop and chocolate frog?
Cookies of course!
Moving closer she started to load up her ice cream with cookies, fudge, and gummy bears. Her blue eyes looked at the other toppings as she tried to figure out what else she would like.
Ice cream was the best and Zita felt the need on this summer day to skip out on her sisters and go find a sweet treat alone. She didn't like being alone much and she felt fully out of place walking in and getting a few scoops of her favorite, but it was worth it once she saw the topping bar.
What went well with two scoops of lemon drop and chocolate frog?
Cookies of course!
Moving closer she started to load up her ice cream with cookies, fudge, and gummy bears. Her blue eyes looked at the other toppings as she tried to figure out what else she would like.
Although Nerissa had been to Diagon Alley on numerous occasions, it had never been in any sort of official capacity. Not that official was the correct word, even; it wasn't like she was anyone important. But it fit. But then, so did momentous--or was it monumentous? At least one of those was a word, she was sure, but whether or not they meant the same, well--it didn't matter.The point was, everything about this visit had to do with her and her new living situation come fall. There was a weird something that happened to her stomach every time she thought about that; her new living situation. Going away for school. Sometimes it felt like it was twisting itself into knot. Others, it was like it was doing its version of tumbling the way she'd seen cheerleaders do in a movie, one of the few times she'd watched the telly. Either way, it wasn't pleasant; and it'd kept her from eating more than two bites of her strawberry chocolate chip pancakes that morning.
She rarely got to have strawberry chocolate chip pancakes. Her current resentment for her stomach ran deep.
That her small hand was safely clasped in Flavia's wasn't uncommon. Nerissa did not understand side-along apparition in any sort of meaningful level, but she knew contact was needed for it. What she did know was that this prolonged sort of contact wasn't regular; after all, they'd arrived at Diagon Alley quite some time ago. But Nerissa thought she knew why Flavia was doing it, and though she appreciated that this was her au pair's way of comforting her, it still managed to strike a nerve.
Yes, papa had promised to do this shopping trip with her because, after all, it was Hogwarts. Yes, she'd been looking forward to it. And had it stung that he'd walked out of the house without a word, like it was just any other day of the week and gone to work? Yes, of course it was. But this was the norm, and though saying she wasn't disappointed would be a lie, disappointment was all she she knew from her papa. In this, Ralston Tate and her daughter were terribly similar.
Nerissa frowned up at her au pair, trying to emulate her mother's constant unimpressed expression. To be clear, it didn't work; at best, it was a relatively strange version pouting. At worst, she looked constipated. But despite her raised eyebrows and a far better attempt at 'unimpressed' that made Nerissa resent her, too, Flavia understood. Letting go, Nerissa extended out her palm, and was awarded with a few sickles of her own before heading directly for the ice cream.
It was a secret, this, and she trusted Flavia enough to keep it. She wasn't supposed to have any, only for her birthday--ballet was a harsh mistress, though no harsher than the former ballerina she had as her mama--but mama was nowhere to be seen, and so long as none got on her dress, well. What mama couldn't see, mama couldn't pitch a fit about.
A blonde stood before her, older as far as the eleven year old could see. Manners dictated she said hello, which was unfortunate. Nerissa was unaccustomed to--well, people. But she was especially unaccustomed to the young sort of people.
"How do you do?"
That was the sort of thing mama would say, so it was doubtlessly right. Right?
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Although Nerissa had been to Diagon Alley on numerous occasions, it had never been in any sort of official capacity. Not that official was the correct word, even; it wasn't like she was anyone important. But it fit. But then, so did momentous--or was it monumentous? At least one of those was a word, she was sure, but whether or not they meant the same, well--it didn't matter.The point was, everything about this visit had to do with her and her new living situation come fall. There was a weird something that happened to her stomach every time she thought about that; her new living situation. Going away for school. Sometimes it felt like it was twisting itself into knot. Others, it was like it was doing its version of tumbling the way she'd seen cheerleaders do in a movie, one of the few times she'd watched the telly. Either way, it wasn't pleasant; and it'd kept her from eating more than two bites of her strawberry chocolate chip pancakes that morning.
She rarely got to have strawberry chocolate chip pancakes. Her current resentment for her stomach ran deep.
That her small hand was safely clasped in Flavia's wasn't uncommon. Nerissa did not understand side-along apparition in any sort of meaningful level, but she knew contact was needed for it. What she did know was that this prolonged sort of contact wasn't regular; after all, they'd arrived at Diagon Alley quite some time ago. But Nerissa thought she knew why Flavia was doing it, and though she appreciated that this was her au pair's way of comforting her, it still managed to strike a nerve.
Yes, papa had promised to do this shopping trip with her because, after all, it was Hogwarts. Yes, she'd been looking forward to it. And had it stung that he'd walked out of the house without a word, like it was just any other day of the week and gone to work? Yes, of course it was. But this was the norm, and though saying she wasn't disappointed would be a lie, disappointment was all she she knew from her papa. In this, Ralston Tate and her daughter were terribly similar.
Nerissa frowned up at her au pair, trying to emulate her mother's constant unimpressed expression. To be clear, it didn't work; at best, it was a relatively strange version pouting. At worst, she looked constipated. But despite her raised eyebrows and a far better attempt at 'unimpressed' that made Nerissa resent her, too, Flavia understood. Letting go, Nerissa extended out her palm, and was awarded with a few sickles of her own before heading directly for the ice cream.
It was a secret, this, and she trusted Flavia enough to keep it. She wasn't supposed to have any, only for her birthday--ballet was a harsh mistress, though no harsher than the former ballerina she had as her mama--but mama was nowhere to be seen, and so long as none got on her dress, well. What mama couldn't see, mama couldn't pitch a fit about.
A blonde stood before her, older as far as the eleven year old could see. Manners dictated she said hello, which was unfortunate. Nerissa was unaccustomed to--well, people. But she was especially unaccustomed to the young sort of people.
"How do you do?"
That was the sort of thing mama would say, so it was doubtlessly right. Right?
Why were there so many options anyway? She was loving them at first, but right now she wished she had someone who would just tell her what to put on her ice cream and really did it need anything on it? She almost laughed at her own thoughts, because of course, the ice cream needed something when there was a topping bar. No one passed that up, well no one that she would know.
So now she was back to her original thoughts, what did she want on this ice cream right here that was going to start melting if she didn't pick and eat.
Her thoughts though were interrupted by another person came up to her.
Turning she gave a curious smile to the younger girl. Having a father who owned tea companies she had been in plenty of formal situations to recognize the how do you do and she nodded a bit, "I am doing very well,
how are you?"
Looking back towards the toppings she had an idea, "Do you know what you are getting? Maybe you could help me decide what to put on mine."
Zita truly wasn't picky she'd eat anything so whatever the girl picked would work.
In truth, Nerissa hadn't planned to hold any sort of conversation with the older girl. When she'd said 'how do you do' she hadn't expected anything beyond a simple nod, or a smile, or a polite hello. A little surprised, she stood there for a couple of seconds, watching, before managing to procure a response for the girl. "Hello." That did not seem sufficient. She tried again. "I am well." Or overwhelmed. "Thank you."
Appropriate, yes?
She cut a glance at the selection of toppingws before them and then back at the girl. Then back at Flavia, her au pair, who waited outside. "I am not very sure what I want yet." Other than ice cream itself, that is. "I would like something that--if it falls on my clothes, it would be quick and easy to remove."b Her frown was mild, and she rubbed one hand to her forehead, as if trying to smooth it down. It almost worked. It was not polite to frown in proper company; not that Nerissa knew if the girl was proper company, but she looked like the type. All the blonde hair and manners; she was sure mama would call her 'proper.' Anyway, it was always good to be sure, just in case. "What would you recommend?"
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