[ Eddie cocks an eyebrow in surprise when Steve doesn't say anything about him sampling his cream. Either Scoops Ahoy's iron fist of professionalism keeps it's employees in line, Steve was ignoring it or, well - Eddie won't let him contemplate the third option. Too much wishful thinking.
Eddie takes the sample offered, his fingers brushing Steve's accidentally. He sticks the spoon in his mouth and makes a face. It's overly sweet, tasting vaguely of some kind of candy he can't pinpoint. His eyes fly over the neatly printed cards in front of the huge cartons.] What do you like? Wait, let me guess. Vanilla? At least tell me you throw some sprinkles on it.
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Eddie takes the sample offered, his fingers brushing Steve's accidentally. He sticks the spoon in his mouth and makes a face. It's overly sweet, tasting vaguely of some kind of candy he can't pinpoint. His eyes fly over the neatly printed cards in front of the huge cartons.] What do you like? Wait, let me guess. Vanilla? At least tell me you throw some sprinkles on it.