Disclaimer: Don't own any of the BoHos.
A/N: Yeah, I wish it was summer… can't you tell?
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"The flavor of ice cream someone chooses tells a lot about his or her character," Angel said contemplatively as she lifted a spoonful of her sundae to her mouth.
"Really?" Roger asked, alternating between taking licks of his rocky road and the side of his giggling girlfriend's face. "How so?"
"Well, for instance, rocky road is both volatile and versatile," Angel explained as she leaned back into her lover's arms and crossed her legs, closing her eyes for a moment to enjoy the late summer breeze. "And chocolate," Angel continued after this brief pause, eyeing Collins's chocolate cone, "is very sweet."
Without hesitation Collins was smothering Angel's face with kisses, and she wriggled in his lap, the two of them squirming so much that the bench they were sitting on almost capsized. Roger couldn't help but laugh out loud at the sight, nearly dropping his ice cream. Mimi giggled as well and pressed against his hip, nuzzling her face beneath his arm.
"Ooh, what about me? What about my ice cream?" Maureen asked after Angel and Collins had recovered, breaking away from Joanne and thrusting her rainbow sherbet cone in front of Angel.
"Honey, take no offense, but your ice cream is just screaming for attention," Angel said, her sentence punctuated with laughter.
At first Maureen's lips sunk into a pout, but then her eyes wandered from Angel's face back to the technicolor ice cream and she couldn't help but grin. "Poor little pookie," she cooed to the ice cream, causing Joanne to raise an eyebrow. "I'll pay attention to you. You don't have to scream anymore."
Without a word Joanne held up her Neapolitan cone, hoping for an ice cream analysis as well. Before Angel could even open her mouth, Maureen shot the word "Boring!" at Joanne, backing her outburst with a giggle of glee at the face Joanne made.
"I'm just kidding, Pookie," Maureen said, sliding back against Joanne's chest and pulling her limp arms around her when they refused to hold her themselves. "I'm sure it's actually a sign of multiple personalities."
Joanne felt herself cracking a grin and she tightened her grip on Maureen, making her cackle triumphantly. "Look, Honeybear, it's a tufted titmouse!" Joanne exclaimed, and at once Maureen's head snapped in the indicated direction; Joanne seized the opportunity to take a bite of Maureen's ice cream.
Mimi smacked Roger, who's head whirled at the mention of tits, as Joanne got a brain freeze and Maureen whined that the bird must have flown away, totally oblivious to the chunk of ice cream missing from her cone. Angel eyeballed Mimi's cone and laughed. "Forbidden chocolate?"
Mimi nodded with a sardonic grin, glancing up at Roger as she licked the cone sensually. "Forbidden fruit," she purred, her eyes peering up into Roger's face as he grinned deviously.
By this time Mark was walking back to rejoin the group, grasping a cone overflowing with nearly melted moose tracks. Everyone stared at him and his moose tracks ice cream with a smile, and he slowed his pace, unnerved. "Sorry I… took so long?" he said, confusion thick in his voice.
"Oh, I can come up with a good one for this," Angel said with a laugh, the others following suit.