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"Never tried that," Selene said, entering the establishment.
"Pretty fantastic," Drake said, running a hand through his golden hair.
"Understandably. When you mix cake and ice cream together, there's no way it could backfire."
"Indeed. Unless your cake was made with spinach. Which I wouldn't understand at all," he interjected. "Well, what do you want?" he asked, pulling out his wallet.
"That's ok, I can pay for myself." She said.
"Don't care. I asked you to come with, and you did. Now, I'm paying. What do you want?" he asked again.
"Cookie dough," She sighed, "Thank you."
"One cookie dough and one cake batter, please," Drake said, smiling. "Was that so hard?"
"Well, I'm sure you'll get over it when you get your ice cream," Drake said, handing it to her and handing money to the cashier.
"Ice cream does fix everything." She agreed.
"So..." Selene said, walking towards a table.
"Which cohort are you in?" She asked, making conversation.
"First," he answered, licking at his ice cream.
"Third," She replied, doing the same.
"Ah. Any hobbies?" Drake asked, keeping at his ice cream.
"Eavesdropping," She said calmly, "It takes up a lot of my time."
"I see. Well, whatever suits you," he said, shrugging.
"Do you have any?" Selene asked.
"Sleeping. Or lounging around," Drake answered.
"You'd think a son of Jupiter would be a lot more... sparky."
"Nah. Not unless it's important. I'm really low-charged, you know?" he asked, yawning.
She nodded, "I can tell." She said, "But low-charged is better than uptight."
"Yeah," Drake said. "But I can be stiff," he said seriously.
"I find that hard to believe." Selene said doubtfully.
"Really? Well, it happens once in a blue moon," he replied, yawning.((Night! Bed for me!))
((G'night!))
"Do you think I'll ever see that?" Selene asked.
"Do you think I'll ever see that?" Selene asked.
"Depends on the situation," Drake answered.
Selene crunched on her cone, "So..." She said, at a loss for words.
"What do you guys do in the third cohort?" Drake asked, taking a bit of cone.
"Training, tactics, a lot of drills..." She listed, "What about in the first?"
"Same, but we brag a lot, I guess," he said, yawning.
"And you get the best warriors." Selene added.
"We do," Drake said. "Isn't really fair, but oh well," he added, yawning.
"The Romans aren't known for being fair."
"Nope. Not really. Whatever," Drake said, shrugging.
"You're very... relaxed." Selene noted.
"Yeah. Why be all high-strung, you know?" Drake said, yawning.
"That could be detrimental during a battle, though."
"Battle's when I get serious," Drake said, eyes getting a new edge.
She winced, picturing the son of Jupiter zapping enemies on the battlefield.
Drake tilted his head to the side. "Am I really all that scary?" he wondered aloud. The others cowered in fear when he was angry, so he supposed he might be.
"To your enemies, I bet. To the rest of us? I'd say intimidating because of your father, but not scary exactly."
