"'Rowena's Dinner Place'?" Stormy read the sign. "Seems like a crowded place for just a 'dinner place'."
The diner was full of people, but thankfully, the Trix had found an empty table. Darcy had made sure they could return before Valtor came by putting a Detector Spell on the doorway so they could immediately teleport to their chairs at the Headmistress' Study with whatever they were holding.
"Spaghetti," said Stormy to the waiter near their table.
"Anything else?" he asked, writing quickly on the notepad (he wrote pretty fast).
"Bluebell Soup," said Darcy quickly.
"Craverry sauce on cucumber fans," Stormy read from the menu. Icy snatched it from her.
"Breadsticks with sour cream dip," she began, then Darcy took it from her fingertips, and the waiter looked at the three fighting over the menu.
"I have two more," he said, giving Icy and Stormy a menu each. They grabbed it and listed some more.
He didn't say anything, but it was obvious that he thought they were crazy ordering so much food by the look on his face.
"Thanks to you we have a reputation of being crazy -" Icy began, and then Darcy snarled, "Shut up, Icy, you're the one who took the menu from Stormy."
When they had received their food, the Trix began gobbling it up at once. Stormy ate her spaghetti while Darcy snickered at her, and turned to drink her soup. Stormy, who had noticed and was, inwardly fuming, bewitched one of the bluebells to crawl into Darcy's hair and slip down her forehead. Darcy shrieked and dropped her spoon, cursed Stormy, and made half her spaghetti fall on her top, staining it.
"WHAT WAS THAT FOR!" she bellowed.
"The bluebell!" Darcy yelled.
"Forget the effing bluebell; you're the one who laughed at me!" Stormy cleared the stain and glared.
Darcy glared back and then turned to Icy as Stormy said, "It looks like Valtor's not back, he shouldn't be taking this long, what if you did the spell wrong, Darcy?"
"Stormy, watch your mouth!" hissed Icy, looking around. "It's our turn to be normal!" she made sure no one was looking, and then Darcy said, "Is there anything for desert?"
Icy scanned the desert list on the menu and started at all the fancy names for cakes and other frozen deserts. Then it was there, at the end of the list…
Ice cream.
Ice cream.
Ice cream.
Icy's feeling of annoyance was washed away. There, listed under "ice-cream" were all the flavors you could ever imagine, and continued as "several more, check back shop."
Ice leapt up, surprising the other two and ran to the back shop where a girl with long red hair (who reminded her peevishly of Bloom) was handing some customers ice-cream. Icy stared at a mango flavored ice cream in a boy's hand, and…
Flashback-
Icy was walking down the street her house was in and wiped her forehead. It was a hot summer day, and she hated hot summer days. Being only eleven years old, her powers were not effective, but at least she could make a few snowflakes or temporarily cool herself down.
But one day, she thought. When I'm sixteen, I'll be able to go to a school for witches to make my powers work fully!
There was an ice-cream truck at the end of the block, and Icy loved ice-cream. It made her calm when she was annoyed or angry, and it made her pleasant and cool. After all, it was a hot summer day, and Icy HATED hot summer days.
Icy walked to the truck and peered up at the man. There was no line, - Icy hated lines as well- and that made it easier. She looked at the choices and asked, "How does mango ice cream taste?"
"Delicious," he promised. "It's my favorite; it tastes like mangoes, only a thousand times better."
"I'll have it," Icy said, paying the man once he handed her the cone topped with orange-red frozen cream. She licked it and found it was the best thing she had ever tasted.
Flashback ends
"I want mango," she blurted once she was in front of the girl. There was a line, and she had not even realized that the people in front of her were gone and she was the first. Once she had got the ice-cream, she paid the girl and walked back to the table.
"Icy, seriously," said Darcy crossly. "You couldn't have got us some too?"
Once they return with their ice-creams, Darcy said, "Ugh that girl at the counter reminded me of Bloom."
Stormy licked her ice-cream and watched Icy daydream. "I don't think she's listening, Darcy."
"Icy," Darcy waved her hands in front of Icy's face. "Icy!"
"What," said Icy, looking up.
"Nothing. Can we leave now?" Darcy finished her ice-cream.
"You go, I'll be right there," Icy nodded, and stood up, wiping her hands on a napkin once she was finished eating. She walked to the red haired girl once the crowd was cleared and asked, "Is it possible to get a job here?"
"You mean at the ice-cream place?" asked the red haired girl.
"Yes," said Icy, waiting. The girl nodded and handed her a paper, saying, "Contact list, etc. You can come tomorrow to join if you'd like."
"I'll be there," Icy agreed, leaving with the paper folded, feeling elated.