Summary: An extra little snippet of life when Izayoi decided to open Dog Days Ice Cream Shoppe.
"Here you go, sweetie." His mom's voice was soft and sweet, holding something close to his little nose. A cone.
Inuyasha sniffed suspiciously. It was his mom, and whatever it was, it couldn't be dangerous, even if something about it overwhelmed his senses. His mom knew best, and… he wanted to try it. Inuyasha took the cone in his tiny clawed hand, and sniffed it one more time. Just to be sure.
"It's chocolate with raspberries," Izayoi smiled. "I—I think that's your favorite."
"Why it smell so strong?" Inuyasha asked, his hands wrapped around the waffle cone. "And why it cold?"
"It's ice cream, baby," Izayoi purred. "You put milk and sugar and other things into a special machine that makes it really cold, and you churn it and churn it until it gets like snow and becomes… a new special treat."
Inuyasha knitted his brow and considered his mama's words. Yes, it was cold. And it smelled strongly, but it also smelled delicious. And mama knew he had a sensitive nose, so she would never give him something that could hurt him.
So, Inuyasha took a lick.
An explosion of taste and smell and temperature hit him all at the same time. But instead of the cold biting his tongue like when he tasted the snow, and instead of the sourness of the raspberry attacking his nostrils, or the richness of the chocolate drowning him, it was… it was the most wonderful thing he'd ever experienced.
The cold resisted only a moment before the solid lump of cream melted into liquid from the heat of his mouth. The acidic sweetness of the raspberry perfectly balanced the smooth deep cacao from the chocolate, a combination that imprinted on his 2year old mind.
His eyes brightened and his ears wiggled as he took another lick, then a bite. The crunch of the waffle cone against his fangs added another layer of depth to the melting decadence, a texture and a subtle burnt caramel hint of the waffle cone.
"Do you like it, baby?" Izayoi asked, as Inuyasha wolfed down the rest of the cone.
"Yeah, mama!" Inuyasha squealed, kicking his legs and giggling.
"Do you want one more?" Izayoi asked, a bright smile on her face; she'd guessed her son's perfect flavor.
"Yeah, mama," Inuyasha nodded, and crawled over to her, sitting on his haunches as she scooped out a second dollop and placed it on a second waffle cone.
"Here you go, baby," Izayoi said, and handed the second cone to her wide-eyed smiling child.
Maybe, just maybe, she could do this.
"What do you think, baby?" Izayoi asked, unsurprised to see that cone and ice cream were already gone. "Think mama should make ice cream for people?"
"Yeah! Ice cream is good!" Inuyasha giggled, back on his haunches, back begging for a third. Which Izayoi indulged him with—she never could refuse those puppy ears or that bright and happy face.
"Okay, sweetie. Maybe—mommy is gonna see if she can do it," Izayoi sighed, then looked at the paperwork sitting next to the ice cream maker: the lease on the corner shop she'd already been eyeing.
Izayoi already knew the perfect name: "Dog Days Ice Cream Shoppe."