AN: Alright then, so no regrets!

This is a shorty, but it was fun to write.

Let's count how many times the word ice cream comes up! Hint: The title counts.

Friendship Fic, No Slash.

Enjoy! c:


Ice Cream

By: Navirra

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This is probably his best day this week. After all the gun fights (Not really a fight when the lady is trying to shoot you dead. Point blank. Where did that gun come from?) and car chases, it's nice to just sit here and enjoy a nice ice cream.

Here, as in, in KITT.

"Michael, you're dripping frozen milk on my seat."

"It's called ice cream, KITT. Ice cream."

"Yes, well. You're getting it all over the place."

"Don't worry about it, I'll clean it up after."

Michael could almost swear he hears the Trans Am mutter: It's like dealing with a five year old.

"I could eat this stuff all day." He says, licking the side of the cone. Is the heater on? The ice cream is melting pretty fast.

"I'm sure you could." There's a slight pause from KITT before he speaks again. " I do hope you don't eat too much though. I rather not have to get my tires rebalanced."

"KITT," Michael says slowly, a grin fighting its way up on his face, "Are you calling me fat?"

"No, I'm simply concerned about your calorie intake."

He snorts. Sure, figures the car would be a health freak. Michael will eat as much ice cream as he pleases, thank you very much. And if he gains a few pounds in the process, he's sure he can burn it off while he's running for his life.

"Mhhm, damn this is good."

"Michael?"

"Yes, KITT?"

"Try not to spill anymore of your ice cream on my interior."

Fin.