"Dessert is to a meal what a dress is to a woman." – Béatrice Peltre
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"This is Waffle Cones. If you need assistance, ask someone who can be bothered helping you."
"I see you've given up on the politeness act."
"Given up is an understatement."
"Is Melanie giving you a hard time?"
"Well, Alex got the employee of the week that Melanie won't rip apart with her bare hands award."
"So, why haven't you been ripped apart yet?"
"Shh, I'm hiding!"
"Hiding where?"
"Among the wilderness, trekking through the unkempt landscape that a thousand men can not bear to set foot on, through the roaring river that tests your bravery, your courage, your–"
"Ability to write decent descriptive essays?"
"Ah, yes, touché."
"So, where are you actually hiding?"
"You know that huge freezer in the storage room?"
"Oh god, tell me you're kidding."
"What? I get to hide from Melanie and stuff my face with ice cream! It's a win-win situation."
"So is not chatting to you, but I do it anyway, don't I?"
"You know you love me."
"Funny joke, asshole. So, gossip time."
"What? Since when has gossip time been a thing between us?"
"Since just now, slowpoke. Are there any other girls that you fancy?"
"Huh? I– um– chhhhhh!"
"What the frick?"
"Chhh– pshhhhh– think we're– chhh–breaking up–"
"Wait, but the reception has never been bad at Waffle Cones before, right?"
"Well– chhhh– it is now– pftt–"
"You idiot, I know you're just making noises with your mouth. Hate to break it to you, but you're not a Barden Bella."
"Pshhh– what? Gotta go– chhh– bye!"
"Fletcher, don't you dare–"
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Waffle Cones (#1)
Short Story"Hello?" "Um, hey?" "Wait, you don't sound like my Aunt Kathy." "Unless I was miraculously converted into a member of the opposite gender and somehow related to whoever is on the other side of this call, then yeah. I'm not your Aunt Kathy." ...
