Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom – I never have and I never will, simple as that. All of that amazing creative talent goes to Butch Hartman. Nickelodeon just sucks, I'm sorry (no, I'm not).

Author's Note: Since these are just going to be drabbles, this challenge will be updated sporadically, with no set limit or deadline. They'll generally be one page long or however the hell long I feel like writing something. This challenge is for 25(underscore)foods, and there are a various array of foods to choose from, so this challenge will be nothing less than interesting. I hope you enjoy, and I hope that you continue to come back for more!

Yeah, so due to other fandoms eating me alive, my attention has been distracted from this fandom. However, even though I am now into more than one thing, I'm still going to complete everything that I've already started. Which also means that my other story based on 5(underscore)senses will be updated on Valentine's Day, just to align with the story itself (despite me saying otherwise in the first place).

012: Ice Cream

Rating: PG

Theme: 009. Ice Cream

February 11, 2008

They sat in the nearest Ben and Jerry's ice cream shop, silently yet happily busying themselves with what they had bought–for one another. Danny, deciding that he would try something new for a change, was trying–and failing–to eat his Chunky Monkey ice cream cone. The cone was overwhelming, and every time he would attempt to bite off a piece, a larger piece than he intended came off, making it extremely difficult, yet amusing for his female counterpart.

Having finished her ice cream a few minutes before, she dabbed at her mouth with a napkin, not even trying to hide the amused smirk on her face as she watched her boyfriend struggle to eat his ice cream.

"There's–"

"Don't say a word," he grumbled with a full mouth, trying to catch the falling ice cream that almost tipped out of the cone. He then felt a stream of ice cream trickle down his hand and grumbled again, licking it off.

"You know, I was going to tell you that was going to happen, but I think I'll just keep my mouth shut and watch," she grinned, feeling a little awkward at the fact that this was turning her on a bit, but just wanting to be entertained by his comedic act rather than call his attention to her ulterior motives.

"Oh, har har," he rolled his eyes, but to show he wasn't upset, smiled at her. Without a word, he got up to grab a spoon, hoping to minimize the mess he was creating. She pushed a napkin over to him.

"Thanks," he said, dipping the spoon into his ice cream. He heaved an melodramatic, over-exaggerated sigh,"This is ridiculous. It's winter, and yet somehow this is dripping down my hand like it's hot out. Why, ice cream, why?"

"I think this is the gods' way of getting back at you for the way you made fun of me when I got peanut butter stuck to the roof of my mouth," she shot back, raising her eyebrows with a small smile at his obvious discomfort.

"But, Sam," he protested with a pout, "that ended a lot differently than how it'll end now!" How could he forget? Oh, yeah, he loved peanut butter now with more passion than anyone should–it probably wasn't healthy, but...

"Who says it won't?" she shot back, the look in her eyes a bit different than before.

He seemed to finish his ice cream in record time. "Time to go!"

"I thought so."

End Note: Short and slightly dirty, it was something that happened to me earlier today (just not with the dirty, but my friend was having issues eating her ice cream). Thanks for reading, and please review!

Also, this alludes to the following prompt I'm going to do, which has to do with peanut butter. Just so you know what's coming next.

-A