Day 13: Eating Ice Cream

AN: Some pre-engagement Swarkles for you- maybe season 4?


"Aren't you freezing?" Barney asked, for the third time. Robin grinned, glancing over at him for a moment. "Nope," she replied. Barney shook his head, eyeing her. She was dressed in jeans and a thin, white top despite the fact that Barney could see his breath mingling in the air. Robin, however, looked perfectly at ease in the cold, eating -go figure- an ice cream cone.
"You're insane, Scherbastky." Barney observed, also for the third time. She didn't reply, just continued walking with a smug look on her face. Barney watched her, burrowing into his jacket. He wondered vaguely if it would snow later. "How do you do it?" he pestered. Robin looked over at him, shrugged. "I'm Canadian." she said matter-of-factly, "Back home, this is what we call 'beach weather'."
Barney scoffed at mention of Canada. "It's got to be below freezing." he pointed out, as Robin licked her ice cream. He was distracted by her tongue for a moment, then shook his head furiously. She held the cone out to him. "Want a lick?" she teased. "No," Barney said, turning forward. He wondered briefly if Robin's hotness was what stopped her from being cold, then vowed never to say that aloud. How lame, he amended, suddenly craving some rocky road.