Prompt: Jack and the monks out for ice cream. BECAUSE IT'S CANON YO. (Submitted by tohomikos on tumblr.)
Clay had never though Jack Spicer to be one for strawberry ice cream—he seemed more like a Superman flavor sort of fellow. But there was the self-proclaimed boy genius now, spooning large scoops of the cold pink cream into his mouth as if each bite was to be his last. He took a bite of his own cone of rocky road thoughtfully. "I know you got to eat ice cream real fast before it melts," he said, "but aren't you worried about getting brainfreeze, Spicer?"
"Yeah, man," Raimundo agreed. He pointed his cone of pistachio ice cream at Jack's face. "You're scarfing that down faster than Clay when he's got a plate of hotdogs."
The boy genius took the spoon out of his mouth and set it in his now-empty bowl. "We're not fighting right now," he said. "You could just call me 'Jack', you know."
Kimiko shuddered and shook her head. "Too weird." She delicately spooned out a bit of her cookie dough ice cream and took a bite. "This whole thing is too weird." But then she gave Jack a small (if strained) smile. "Thanks for treating us, though."
"And what a treat it was!" Omi sighed contentedly and leaned back and gave his stomach a satisfied pat. "We should do this more often. I like these Mondays."
Raimundo rolled his eyes. "They're called "sundaes", Omi."
"Yes." The small monk belched happily. "That."
Jack ignored them. "Really?" He grinned. "I'm free next Saturday, if you guys want to grab a movie or something."
"Easy now, Spicer," Clay replied. "Don't push your luck."
"Fine, fine," Jack replied. He looked down at the empty bowl in front of him. "Anyone up for seconds?"