𝐋𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐝𝐞 - 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐨 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡

𝐋𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐝𝐞

"Cato this is the worst freakin' lemonade I've ever tasted in my life!" Clove yelled. "How much sugar exactly did you put in?!"

"Oh come on, it can't be that bad. I put in like, three cups," Cato said coolly, as usual. He grabbed a straw and took a sip, immediately scrunching up his face and spitting it out. "Okay okay, maybe three cups was too much."

"You think?!" Clove carefully poised the pitcher over the sink and let about one third of it pour out.

"Woah woah, what are you doing? Can't you do something to save it??" Cato exclaimed, gesturing towards the pitcher with both hands frantically as the lemonade disappeared down the drain.

"What do you think I'm trying to do, dummy," Clove retorted, now filling up the rest of the pitcher with water. Normally Cato wouldn't let that slide, but it was fine since this was Clove. "We have to add more water to dilute the sugar."

Cato grumbled and Clove took another sip with her straw, this time swallowing it and letting out a satisfied hum. "Much better. Now can you add the ice without messing it up??"

"Yes," Cato sulked, opening Clove's freezer and scooping out a cup of ice. The cubes landed in the liquid with satisfying plops, and then the lemonade was ready.

"Okay, good. Cato, you remembered to make the sign I told you to make, right?" Clove asked, picking up the pitcher with a grunt, the lemonade splashing dangerously around the rims. Cato had not remembered.

"Uh, yeah," he lied. "You go on outside. I just need to tape it to the jar."

"Okay, it's on the table." Clove hugged the pitcher close to her chest and shouldered open the door, stepping into the hot summer air. Cato wasted no time. He grabbed a roll of tape out of Clove's junk drawer, found a piece of paper and a pen on the table, and quickly scrawled out donations!! He then ripped a little square around the words and taped the piece of paper to the mason jar. He ran outside to follow Clove, hoping that that paper wasn't important.

"Well you could have put a little more effort into it," Clove scoffed, placing the jar on the checkered table cloth next to the sign that said Lemonade!! $3 a cup.

"Don't you think we might be overcharging?" Cato asked.

"Do you want money or not? Plus, no one's gonna be able to resist two cute kids selling lemonade," Clove said, batting her eyelashes and smiling sweetly. Cato shrugged. Fair point, he thought.

And Clove turned out to be right.

"$64," Clove said, placing the stack of dollar bills on the table in between her and Cato.

"Dang. We did good."

"Well, it was mostly me, but okay." Their customers that afternoon had included a few kids from school, usually with only a dollar or two on them, (they had to bargain a little) some older kids from the secondary school, and lots of dog walkers. Cato laughed and shook his head as Clove dealt out his $32. "So what're you gonna do with your money?"

"I dunno." He smirked. "How do you feel about frozen yogurt?"