Wee! Scream for Ice Cream
[ooc: After the events over here. Open for all people who are meeting and chasing the Wee!]
The Icecreamery's claim to fame is that they make their icecream to individual specifications, right in front of you. Thirty base flavours fill the glass fronted freezer, huge metal buckets much like a traditional ice cream store. Everything from strawberry to cappuchino to cheesecake, all made with real ingredients, real flavours.
And then there's the mix-ins. Fruit, chocolates, almost every kind of commercial candy possible, sauces and nuts and candied ginger, cookie dough, fudge, nougat... dozens of mix-ins, waiting to take the simple base flavours and turn them into culinary magic. Want a simple white chocolate and raspberry ice cream? The icecream artists at the Icecreamery will take the base white chocolate flavour, mix in real raspberries as well as raspberry syrup and shavings of plain white chocolate, blending them together on a frozen granite slab, and present you with a concoction unlike any you could find anywhere else, and always, always, exactly what you wanted.
Somehow it seemed that Wilson's finely laid plan to just walk along the hedge until he could find the adults, pesky adults going and getting lost, had a slight hiccup in it.
For a small person, ten minutes could seem an eternity but he was certain they'd been walking for longer than ten minutes. He was certain because his wee!metabolism had made quick work of Kiki's delicious pancakes and he was now starting to feel hungry.
"'Ungry." He said plaintively to Phale as they walked along. He was also getting thirsty.
Sighing he kept plugging along, until IT came. A noise. No, not just 'a' noise but 'the' noise. The distinctive sound of an ice cream bell.
Wilson froze and he started to look around, his eyes searching the area eagerly until.. AH HAH!
He saw a door open and some people coming out with tall, ice cream laden cones.
"Ice'cweam!" He declared, tugging on Phale as he headed across the street towards the Ice Creamery!
The Icecreamery's claim to fame is that they make their icecream to individual specifications, right in front of you. Thirty base flavours fill the glass fronted freezer, huge metal buckets much like a traditional ice cream store. Everything from strawberry to cappuchino to cheesecake, all made with real ingredients, real flavours.
And then there's the mix-ins. Fruit, chocolates, almost every kind of commercial candy possible, sauces and nuts and candied ginger, cookie dough, fudge, nougat... dozens of mix-ins, waiting to take the simple base flavours and turn them into culinary magic. Want a simple white chocolate and raspberry ice cream? The icecream artists at the Icecreamery will take the base white chocolate flavour, mix in real raspberries as well as raspberry syrup and shavings of plain white chocolate, blending them together on a frozen granite slab, and present you with a concoction unlike any you could find anywhere else, and always, always, exactly what you wanted.
Somehow it seemed that Wilson's finely laid plan to just walk along the hedge until he could find the adults, pesky adults going and getting lost, had a slight hiccup in it.
For a small person, ten minutes could seem an eternity but he was certain they'd been walking for longer than ten minutes. He was certain because his wee!metabolism had made quick work of Kiki's delicious pancakes and he was now starting to feel hungry.
"'Ungry." He said plaintively to Phale as they walked along. He was also getting thirsty.
Sighing he kept plugging along, until IT came. A noise. No, not just 'a' noise but 'the' noise. The distinctive sound of an ice cream bell.
Wilson froze and he started to look around, his eyes searching the area eagerly until.. AH HAH!
He saw a door open and some people coming out with tall, ice cream laden cones.
"Ice'cweam!" He declared, tugging on Phale as he headed across the street towards the Ice Creamery!