Written for the Around the World Event: Iran: (food) ice-cream.
Word count: 209
Ice-cream
James watches with a kind of fascinated horror as Lily asks Mr. Fortescue to pile up freshly-cut strawberries and caramel sauce atop the truly enormous ice-cream she's ordered. He's not sure how many flavors Lily asked for—he honestly lost track sometime after she asked for some fruity one he still doesn't know the name of—but there are enough that even Fortescue himself looks impressed and slightly concerned.
In comparison, James' own order of simple cookie dough and chocolate flavors he's asked for—which is no small thing—looks sad and pitiful.
"What?" Lily asks, hands curling around her tall dessert glass defensively.
James' mouth falls shut with an audible click. He knows better than to make a remark when Lily's looking at him like that. That way only ever ends in screaming matches and him getting slapped.
"Nothing," he replies as he guides them to a free table, half-wondering how Lily's ice-cream is actually staying inside the glass that looks way too small to hold it. "I just love you," he says, feeling a sudden rush of fondness for this woman who's agreed to share his life.
Lily's answering smile is blinding, even though the sparkle in her eyes says that his answer didn't fool her. "I love you too."