Eating Ice-cream Really Is Messy
It was a warm and sunny day. Beauty and Gasser were sat back to back in the garden. Both of them were really hot and thirsty.
"Hey, Gas-can," Beauty said.
"What?" Gasser inquired.
"It's really hot out here isn't it?"
"Yeah. I know, I'll get some ice-cream. That should cool us off. What flavor do ya want?"
"Umm strawberry."
"Ok, I'll be back in a minute."
Gasser returned a few minutes later with two ice-cream. A strawberry one for Beauty and a chocolate one for him.
"Thanks Gas-can," Beauty thanked.
The two began eating their ice-creams. A minute or two later, Beauty looked at Gasser and giggled slightly.
"What?" Gasser asked, curious to find out what it was she was laughing at.
"You," she replied. "You have ice-cream on the end of your nose."
"I do?"
Beauty laughed a little more. Then Gasser smirked. He grabbed her hand and made her put some of her ice-cream on the end of her nose.
"Gas-can!" she said, a little annoyed. Gasser smirked again then picked the ice-cream off her nose with his fingers. He then put the finger in his mouth to taste her ice-cream. Beauty just stared at him for a moment. "Hey that was my ice-cream!"
"Yeah, but it tastes good," Gasser said. "Y'know, eating ice-cream is really messy.