I don't own Night World. But I have a plan. Mwah ha ha. Jez is about 6 in this, so Morgead is around 7.

Jez

A Good Idea

"But you should!" Jez said.

"Ice cream is human. Therefore, it is rubbish. I don't want to eat rubbish; I might get ill," Morgead said. He had that infuriating 'I know better than you' look in his eyes. But Jez knew that she knew better.

"Not all human things are rubbish. Ice cream is really incredible. Believe me," Jez said, trying to be calm. She looked him right in the eye.

Morgead raised his eyebrows. "They're idiots. In the ten thousand years that they've had control of this planet, they have managed to single-handedly ruin it beyond repair," he sighed.

Jez crossed her arms. "Fine. I'll buy one for myself and eat it all in front of you. And you won't get any!"

She swung her hair round and stalked off to the ice cream parlour by herself.

She hated it when Morgead got all 'I'm better than you' on her. She knew that this time she was right, not stupid, human-hating Morgead.

She ordered a chocolate ice cream (for herself, not for Morgead. He didn't deserve one), and walked back to where she had left him. He was sitting down, leaning against a tree. Jez licked her ice cream and stuck her tongue out at Morgead. She sat down next to him and removed the flake chocolate (A/N You do have flakes in ice creams in America, right?)

"I don't like flake. Do you want it?" she said, turning to him. He watched her silently for a second.

"OK," he shrugged and took it.

Jez watched him. She did like the flake, but wanted to be right. She'd made sure that there was a lump of ice cream was on the flake.

He put it in his mouth, and bit down on it. His face lit up.

"It's cold!" he said in wonder. He gazed at the ice-cream that was in Jez's hand.

Jez laughed. "Of course. There's a reason why it's called ice cream. It's really just cream that has been frozen and had flavours added to it."

He sighed and looked to the direction of the ice cream parlour.

"Can you come with me to get an ice cream, Jez?" he turned pleading, bright green eyes on her.

Jez grinned. "Are you admitting that you were wrong?"

"No, I'm admitting that you were right," he said. He smiled gently.

"Good enough. Come on."

They were both laughing as they went to buy an ice cream. Jez had won.

Aww... They're so sweet when they have petty fights!