So, I finally believe we all got what we deserved: some nice Bolivia! We shippers work really hard, don't we? Anyway, here's a small friendship/fluff fic that might develop into something large. I hope it piques your interest.
Xeen Cyr: I know I encouraged you to write a fic like this, but then the whole scene came to mind and I had to quickly write it down.

Please let me know what you think!

Obviously, I don't own Fringe. I would be having WAY too much fun with that.

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"No, Walter just chose one flavor," Peter snapped quite frustrated at his father's apparent request to try all of the ice cream flavors at once. Walter said it was in an effort to "make up for lost time at St. Claire's."

"Just, anything but Butter Scotch. I don't like that flavor" Walter stressed, an apparent look of disgust smeared across face.

This piqued Ella's interest and she piped up, "Mr. Walter, they don't make Butter Scotch flavored ice cream. Besides, Vanilla with a mix of Rainbow and Chocolate sprinkles is the best kind you'll ever have." Ella smiled with satisfaction at her answer and hopped up and down in an attempt to see into the fridge-like-counter that housed all of the ice cream in front of her.

Olivia smiled at the little girl's eagerness, placed her hands underneath the girl's armpits, and lifted her a few inches above ground so she could get a better view.

Walter stopped and stared at Ella. "And what makes you so adamant? How can you be so sure?" he asked, half perplexed and annoyed.

"Easy, Walter." Peter glanced over at his father, cautious and ready to jump on whatever his father would say next. Peter realized he was always playing defense when it came to his father; he should have been a basketball player.

Her sight never leaving the large ice cream containers below her, she retorted with sass that only proved she and Olivia were related.

"Well, I don't know what anamint means, but it doesn't take a scientist to figure out that Vanilla is the best flavor."

Walter looked perplexed. "But, I am a scientist. How could I not have known this? Is this true, Peter? Olivia?"

Peter could only smile at the girl's ability to nudge Walter to second guess himself. Olivia stole a glance at Peter and chuckled as well.

"And what for you Grandpa?" the ever-so-enthusiastic teenage employee asked Walter.

"Vanilla, with Rainbow and Chocolate sprinkles, please."