|Eerie, Indiana drabble: Sundae
||[Feb. 21st, 2017|12:23 pm]
From deep within the frosted depths of the heavy-bottomed sundae glass, something hissed.
Marshall and Simon exchanged a doubtful glance, then Mars set aside the long-handled ice cream spoons and picked up a set of heavy-duty tongs, the handles wrapped in layers of curse-insulating duct tape. Simon produced a pair of moustache-sporting safety goggles from the depths of his backpack and handed them over.
On the other side of the lunch counter, Radford’s anticipatory smile faded.
“Something wrong with the special of the day?” he asked.
“Oh no,” said Simon hastily. “Just being careful...”
“It’s popping candy,” said Marshall, relieved.
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