"No way."
"Why not? It's clearly the better flavor."
"Whaaat?! Are you seriously saying chocolate chip cookie dough is better than birthday cake?"
"Maybe I am."
"That is blasphemy, Sunshine."
Calypso figured they were going to be standing in the frozen desserts aisle for eternity. Their Asphodel, she supposed. "The cookie dough sort of tastes like vanilla," she coaxed.
"Not the same," Leo said stubbornly. "Besides, cookie dough doesn't have sprinkles in it. And sprinkles is a must."
"But it has frozen cookie dough in it, Leo," she pleaded. "You love cookie dough. You always steal it when I'm trying to bake. What's wrong with the dough in this?"
"Number one: I do love cookie dough. Two: I especially love the cookie dough that you make. From scratch. Three: Birthday cake ice cream is infinitely superior."
Calypso huffed. Leo grinned at her annoyed expression. It was a look he saw daily, and he never tired of it.
Annabeth reached past both of them and dumped two separate gallon boxes into the cart. "It's buy one get one," she said exasperatedly. "Just get both, for gods' sake."
"Problem solved," Calypso said, relieved. She turned and steered the cart towards the checkout line. Leo walked next to her. They bought the ice cream and got to the car. "So, which one are we gonna open first?" Leo asked innocently.
Calypso leaned forward on the steering wheel in frustration, not even caring about the earsplitting blast that echoed across the parking lot.