This is just a little drabble I wrote to cure my writer's block.
Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing but a pack of ice cream cones and some chocolate ice cream.
"A cone? I've never had ice cream in a cone," young Rory mused.
"Never?" Jess asked, astounded.
"Mommy doesn't have enough money to buy cones," Rory said lightly. "What are they like?"
"It's like eating your ice cream bowl, except it's crunchier." Jess stood on a chair and grabbed a package of cones from a cabinet on the wall. "If I can get to the freezer, we can have ice cream." Jess struggled with the chair he was climbing on and reached for the door handle. He grabbed a carton of chocolate ice cream before jumping down from the chair.
"Jess?" Luke asked from the doorway of the apartment. "Are you two eating ice cream? I told you I'd let you have a small bowl after dinner. If you have ice cream now, you won't eat."
"But Uncle Luke," Jess protested as the gallon of ice cream was taken from him.
"It's always better in cones!" Rory piped up from behind him.
