After purchasing tickets to "Bricks of Fury 7: The Last Brick Falls", the trio of teens and their commando companion settled down in a gelato shop to pass the time until the beginning of the movie.

"So... Commando." Monique said, placing her milkshake on the table in front of her," What do you do, exactly?"

Dexter pushed his shades up his nose.

"How exact do you want me to be?" he asked after a few seconds of thought.

"I don't know. An example would be nice." shrugged the brunette.

"Yeah, like, what's a typical day for a black ops commando?" Kim actualised the question, from the other side of the table.

"Typical..." the soldier mused silently, before reclining in his chair, crossing his arms on his chest," Off-mission, a typical day would be enjoying recreational activities or training. On a mission, 'typical' is harder to place. Black Operations are anything but 'typical'."

"Such as?" Monique asked, picking up her milkshake.

The commando diverted his look to the table and seemed to be deep in thought.

"Supervising an assisted volcano eruption to save a millenia old subterranean civilisation from getting pressure-cooked." he smiled faintly, turning back to the brunette,"Then staying there to train them in the application of explosives so they could do it themselves the next time the situation arises."

"So..." Ron started saying something, but the soldier cut him off.

"Commando responsibilities are many. Training, infiltration, tactical support, retrieval, detail, reconnaissance, surveillance... A commando is a factotum. Jack of all trades. If need be, a commando will, learn how to, and, bake a cake if it benefits the mission."

"I imagine that would taste awful." Monique scoffed.

"How so?" Dexter asked, his eyebrow popping over the rim of his shades.

"Well, you know..." the brunette, said, seeming slightly inconvenienced by her own words," Jack of all trades is a master of none. Meaning..."

"Though often better than a master of one." Ron piped in, interrupting her. This earned him an annoyed frown from the brunette.

"I don't quite agree that a lack of specialisation automatically translates to poor application." Dexter explained further,"I believe that what I'm trying to say is, a commando cake might not win any baking competitions, but it'd still be nice enough to bite on with a cup of tea. Basic, but not bad."

"How about ice-cream cake?" Ron asked, watching as his portion of gelato starting to melt,"Could you make commando ice-cream cake?"

Dexter shrugged.

"Probabbly. If..."

Suddenly a loud thud was heard, resulting from a forehead connecting with the tabletop of their table.

"Feeling alright, Kim?" Monique asked, concerned.

"Fine." the redhead mummbled.

The soldier took a careful look around, then slowly reached into his satchel that rested by his leg.

"Just... Why ice-cream cake?" Kim asked, raising her head off the tabletop and looking at each of her companions in turn,"WHY are we TALKING about ICE-CREAM CAKE? I mean, REALLY?"

The table fell silent for a few momments. Monique, Dex and Ron exchanged a few glances.

"How about waffle cake, then?" Ron suggested.

"Waffle cake?" Dexter repeated, sounding intrigued,"Sounds promising."

"Sounds pretty bland." Monique ruffled her brows at the idea.

"A stable platform to work on, though. Just add some cinnamon and..."

"What? No way! Waffles ain't waffles if there's no chocolate, and you can't have chocolate with cinnamon!" countered the brunette.

"You can make one half chocolate and one half cinnamon, or just make one layer of one and another of something else. It's a cake, after all." Ron said, playing the 'Solomon' position.

Kim could only helplessly watch as the culinary debate escalated. Her head slowly descended back to the table. A deep sigh escaped her mouth.

"So help me, if I'm having dreams about waffle cakes after this..."

A/N: It was either go silly or go home. I decide to go home after the silly.

Luck in life,

Fallin' Brick Blues