Ice Cream
Just a short, random, Spuffy piece set in the future. No spoilers, really. Pure fluff. Spike's side of a conversation.
"Bloody hell!. What kind of question is that? Are you sure it doesn't say 'What Ice Cream Flavor Tastes Best on You?'"
"Oi! No need to get testy, pet. Lemme think about it."
"Vanilla."
"No, I'm not saying you're boring or ordinary. Remember the other night? That was nowhere near ordinary. My back's still sore from when you --."
"Before you start damaging the goods, gimme a chance to answer. I've been around longer than a while, yeah? And I've tasted many, many flavors --"
"Watch that fist. I'm not bragging. Well. Maybe just a little."
"That's going to leave a mark and then you're going to have to explain to the Bit why the best man has a black eye. Back to the flavors. Rocky Road. S'nice flavor and all, but after a hundred years of nuts and marshmallows, you get a little tired of it all. You just want something soft and smooth. Then there's strawberry. Irritatingly sweet and, well, pink."
"Yeah, those are my two main experiences with wo -- er -- flavors. Are you going to let me finish or you going to keep laughing?" "No, you can't do both. Do I need to bring up your past flavors?"
"Vanilla. It's simple but never boring. Full of flavor and life. Warm, comforting, familiar. A classic. Eternal. It's home."
"M'sorry, pet. Didn't mean to make you cry. You're not vanilla. You're... you're... what's bloody flavor you like? Chunky Monkey, yeah, that's it!"
"Happy tears? How am I supposed to know the difference?" "No, I don't need a subscription to the soddin' magazine. It's published by vengeance demons, you know."
"Yeah, sweetheart, I know. I love you, too. C'mere and give me a kiss. What do you think about answering that other question? There's half a pint of chocolate in the freezer."
"What? Do I think you're fat?"