Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27226023-20150726225807/@comment-27235572-20150730170754

Quinn nodded her thanks to Calli, devouring her ice cream. Noting its flavor, she felt a sudden flash of inspiration. Balancing the bowl precariously on her knee, she rummaged in her pockets with one hand while still eating ice cream with the other. Pulling out a pen, she carefully placed it behind her ear before pulling out a sticky notepad and placing it on her other knee.

Holding her bowl in her hands, Quinn continued to eat her ice cream, looking pleased with every bite. She only commented on one thing: Sam calling her Ms. Schauer. "Y-you don't have t-to call me that!" She protested, laughing. "It's Q-Quinn, thank you." Silently congratulating herself for only stuttering once in her last sentence, she dropped the bowl for a second and looked severely disappointed.

Apologizing profusely, she pulled out a note and wrote R.I.P. Ice Cream, you shall be missed. Sticking it to the bowl, she placed it in her lap, ignoring the fact that the ice cream hadn't fallen out, so she could still eat it.