Disclaimer: Don't own Zim or Dib.

This isn't really important but I thought I'd put this little tidbit in here. This story was inspired when I was writing Closer during the part near the end where Dib is referred to as a dessert. However, since I'm not finished with Closer I decided to go ahead and post this one first. Hope you like!

"Strawberry or Vanilla?" Zim held up the two tubs of ice cream in front of the human standing next to him.

"Why does it always have to be between those choices?" Dib whined. "We NEVER have chocolate or mint. You know, I'd like to branch out and try butter pecan sometime or maybe rocky road. I swear you pick the same things every single time! It's getting on my nerves and I'm sick and tired of eating those flavors! You don't always have to—would you quit mocking me??"

Zim stopped moving his fingers in the imitation of a mouth. "Well maybe if you'd stop talking and actually help pick something out."

"I have been!" Dib said in frustration. He was so close to just forgetting the dessert and strangling the alien! "But you insist on being picky!"

"Zim is not picky!" he screeched, horrified at the assumption. "He merely has more superior taste buds than yours and had limited things he likes!"

Dib sighed in exasperation. "Fine! FINE! Just hurry up and pick something!"

Zim stood back and looked up at Dib. He tilted his head to the side in what Dib might have considered cute had he not been so angry at that moment.

"But I thought it was your turn tonight?"

"You stole it from me!" He screamed. "I don't care what we get anymore," he threw his arms in the air, "just hurry it up!"

"Sheesh, you don't have to be so mad about it. If you were doubtful about your decision you should have asked Zim for his opinion in the first place."

Dib could've slapped his forehead. Why did the Irken always have to turn everything around like that?

"I don't need to ask for your opinion! You give it anyway! Here's my opinion, put back the strawberry and vanilla and get something else!"

Zim turned back to the ice creams mumbling something about ungratefulness. He studied the frozen desserts for a couple moments before finally turning.

"Hmm…on second thought I'm more in a whip cream mood tonight."

"Whatever Zim," Dib said, his voice thick with annoyance. "Just pick one out."

Zim looked back at Dib. "I don't know why you're in such a lousy mood. I was just trying to help you."

"No you weren't! You always do this when it's my turn to pick! You keep giving me 'suggestions' until we end up getting what you want every time! I'd like to actually get to choose something that I like once in a while if you don't mind butting in!"

The Irken gasped. "How dare you accuse Zim of such treachery?? I do NOT butt in on other's decisions!"

"Oh yeah? How much you wanna bet on that space boy?"

Zim was about to tell him exactly how much he wanted to bet on it when an authoritive looking man approached them.

"Hey, I'm going to have to ask you to keep it down or else you'll have to leave."

Zim eyed the pin that read "manager".

"No, no, everything is quite fine human meat bag. We were just having…decision issues. It's alright now."

The manager nodded and left them alone.

"Human meat bag?" Dib turned to Zim. "Are you coming up with these names all by yourself? A three year old could do better!"

"You don't seem to mind anything I scream out in the bedroom."

Dib blushed and muttered something inaudible.

"Ooooh!" Zim's eyes brightened at something on the shelf. "Strawberry flavored whip cream!"

"WHAT?? We are so not getting that! I've already had all the strawberry I can get! Just get the original!"

"Oh you're not fun." Nevertheless Zim reached for the original flavored topping. "Can we get cookies too? I haven't had the cookie crumb topping for a long time!"

"Yes, yes." Dib said. He paused in thought. "Get Oreo's. I like those."

Zim sneered in dislike. "I don't like having that black stuff all over me."

"Are you forgetting who's buying all this?"

Zim grumbled but got the cookies anyway.

The two made their way up the aisle to check out. Dib stopped.

"Are we forgetting anything?"

"Cherries!"

"I'm kinda in a chocolate mood tonight."

Zim deflated. "Fine. But next time we get cherries."

Dib grabbed a bar of Hershey's chocolate and headed toward the checkout lane. He loaded up all of the snacks and whipped out his wallet. It didn't really bother him anymore that Zim always made him pay. He always tended to get his money's worth in the end.

"My!" The lady at the cashier exclaimed. "Looks like someone's planning a fun night!"

She smiled good naturedly at the two boys.

"Yes," Zim waved his hand at the women, "sex and candy are one of my favorite combinations."

The women's smile fell to one of pure shock.

"Well, thanks we'll just be going now!" Dib said quickly, nervously pushing Zim toward toward the door.

Once outside the teen turned on the alien.

"What the heck was that??"

"Friendly conversation. Why are you so mad anyway? You don't know her, and aren't you the one that's always telling me to be nicer to people?"

Dib rubbed his throbbing forehead. Oh how his head ached. He couldn't wait to get back and relax.

"Whatever Zim, just remember," he said as they walked away from the store with their bag full of goodies, "this time I get to lick everything off your body."

(shifts eyes nervously) The lulz made me do it! Either that or it's because I dying for a bowl of ice cream right about now. It's way too hot. I hate summer.