AN: Thanks to M&N for the beta!
His mouth watered at the sight before him. The dish he ordered called for scoops of vanilla, different shades of fruit syrups, nuts, whipped cream, kiwis, bananas, and cherries. It was the most expensive sundae on the menu—and he was paying squat for it, thanks to his hot little bod he had no problem taking advantage of.
He placed his attention to the waiter, eyes sparkling gratefully. "Thanks ever so much, mister!" he squealed, placing his fists under his chin.
The waiter, a boy his age with shaggy brown hair, spluttered a "You're welcome, miss" in return. The waiter seemed to have trouble functioning after that.
Grabbing a spoon, Ranma smirked inwardly. There was no doubt about it: he was a better girl than his tomboyish fiancée would ever be. Without another second of hesitation, he began to put a dent in his sundae.
"Ranma," Akane muttered from across the table. She rolled her eyes, grabbing her own spoon and sticking it into the shared dessert. "You are such a dummy."