Sticksamy: Sweets
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"What do you mean there is no bacon-flavoured ice-cream?" Sticks asked like she was seriously irritated at this terrible inconvenience. Amy just put a hand on the badger's shoulder, shot the salesman a somewhat apologetic look – she wasn't apologetic, she was proud that Sticks was unique! –somewhat – and said softly,
"Sticks, maybe you could try the…" she glanced at the list. "…the blueberry flavour? Or banana?"
"No," said Sticks. "This town needs more diversity in ice-cream." (This town needs more diversity in people, Amy thought)
"Maybe," said Amy. "But I still think-"
"Amy," Sticks said, suddenly turning her blue eyes to the hedgehog in question. Uh oh. She had The Look on her face. "Think about all the children – bacon is delicious! Why wouldn't bacon-flavoured ice-cream be?"
"…" Amy stared at her, and at last let out a sigh. "Well… maybe." Amy fought for people's rights. Of course this matter would concern her. If they just hadn't been standing here for the last fifteen minutes that is. And then she had a brilliant idea.
"Sticks," she said, stars virtually lighting up in her eyes. "Let's go home to my place (I have a fan! And ice! Water! Protection against the sun!) And then we can try and make some bacon-flavoured ice-cream."
"Yes!" Sticks said. And leaning closer so that Amy felt awkward and whispering, "I think the salesman is a spy anyway."
Amy took a step over the snare, ducked for another one of the traps, and pushed open the door of the den with a smile, basket in hand. And freshly baked pastries in basket. "Sticks!" she called. "I filed a complaint to the major! About the ice-cream!"
A sheet hanging in front of a hidden door was swept to the side with a dramatic whoosh, and Sticks came jumping out.
"What'd he say?"
"That he'll think about it," Amy said, "And that he's also disappointed. There's a distinct lack of kiwi-flavoured ice-cream, according to him."
"Hah, I win." Sticks grinned, and Amy's heart soared. She cradled the basket in the crook of her elbow, and used her other arm to grab Sticks', leaning forward. She kissed Sticks on the cheek, and Sticks just blinked at her, blushing. Amy kissed her on the mouth.
"Better now?"
Sticks' eyes were wide like lemon pies. "Better?" She grinned like a rascal. "Oh yeah."
