"I need ice cream. Need."
I look at him, thinking, which he mistakes for a potential no.
"Please? My itchies are getting better."
"You know what? It is, in fact, the perfect weather for ice cream. Not so hot it melts too fast, but hot enough for it to be refreshing. We'll have to eat it outside, though, and not at the tables with the other people."
"Oh-KAY! Let's go!"
Mayberry, Reynolda Village