theme: caramel ice cream sauce

"Got some vanilla ice creeeeaaam!"

Mordecai carried out a carton of ice cream, along with a scooper, hurriedly laying them out on the coffee table. He plopped down on the couch next to Margaret on the couch.

"I'll get the bowls!" Eileen volunteered, scurrying into the kitchen.

Rigby was flipping through channels, bored out of his mind. Mordecai glared at the raccoon.

"Dude, you did get the chocolate sauce for the ice cream, right?"

"Don't get your panties in a twist, man. 'Course I got sauce," he replied, tilting his head back.

"Did you get the chocolate sauce?"

Rigby didn't respond at first.
"Er... I might of not..." "Spit it out, dude."

"I might of gotten caramel instead..." Rigby trailed off, still floating mindlessly from channel to channel.

"Rigby! That's just great. Not only did you not get the flavor I told you to buy, but you got a crappy flavor as well."
Mordecai reached across Margaret and snatched the remote from Rigby's hand.

"Give it back, man!" he exclaimed, squirming around on the couch. "I was almost watching something!"

The TV abruptly flashed off.

Eileen had retrieved the bowls, pondering over each of their expressions.

"What's going on?"

"Rigby screwed up the one thing he was supposed to do today," Mordecai answered, getting up.

"I guess I'll just run out to the store or something."

"I'll go with you," Margaret piped up, wanting to abort this awkward situation as quickly as possible.

Eileen remained where she was standing.

"Fine. All of you can go get your precious chocolate sauce, while I have this caramel all to myself!" Rigby hollered after them.

He burst into the fridge, scanning its contents as he heard the front door slam. "Hm, hmm!" Rigby pulled out a bottle from underneath the previous nights' leftovers.

He retreated back to the couch, where he struggled to open the carton of vanilla ice cream.

"Would you like some help?" Eileen offered, taking a seat beside him.

He hadn't given her presence much thought, but he grudgingly handed over the container.

She managed to crack it open, giving her friend a slight grin.

"You know, you're not the only one that likes caramel ice cream sauce."

"I'm not?" Rigby questioned, forking over the scooper and a single porcelain bowl.

"Nope. Personally, I consider it to be the flavor of nostalgia. You see, my mom used to buy vanilla ice cream for me all the time. We both adored caramel sauce, even making some on occasion," Eileen explained, prying out a scoop.

"Huh." Rigby feigned disinterest as he picked at a loose string in the cushion.

"When Mordecai used to sleep over at my house, we always had ice cream of some kind. I remember constantly wanting to have caramel sauce, but not being able to have any because Mordecai and Don preferred stupid chocolate," he reflected, emphasizing his brother's name.

"Tough break," Eileen replied, placing a full bowl in his hands. "Here. Maybe this will cheer you up a bit," she said, grabbing the bottle from the coffee table.

"You can lather on as much sauce as you want to," she added with a slight smile.

Eagerly, Rigby snapped off the lid and poured nearly half of the container onto the top of his ice cream, watching it gradually melt down the sides.

Soon enough, there were only a measly four portions of his dessert that weren't saturated in caramel.

Eileen snorted, her shoulders bouncing up and down.

"You want a little ice cream with that sauce?"

A/N: next theme... golden raspberries! :'D SOAK IN THE FLUUUUFF~