Of Ice Cream

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Short ficlet written for a friend for her birthday. Because Pence and Olette need more love, and are infinitely adorable.

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They sat on their couch, waiting for Hayner to return, both holding half-eaten ice creams. Pence had bought them this time around with what little money he'd managed to save up doing odd jobs here and there.

Beside him, Olette ate hers happily, leaning back a bit, feet kicking gently through the air to bounce harmlessly off the couch. Pence watched her out of the corner of his eye, smiling as he licked at his own cold treat.

"Y'know," he said softly, catching the girl's attention a few minutes later. He wasn't looking at her this time, though. Didn't think he'd be able to speak up if he did. "I never really used to like this ice cream. Well, more like I never had any drive to try it."

"Really?" He could see her tilt her head to the side out of the corner of his eye. She was cute even when she didn't try to be. "How come you like it now, then?"

Pence blushed a bit, looking down at the half-eaten ice cream in his hand. He'd started speaking, so he couldn't stop now. No second guessing himself. "Well… You liked it. And I thought," here his cheeks went a bit pinker, "if Olette likes it, then, it has to be good." He glanced over at her quickly. "So I tried it."

Her own cheeks were a little red. "And you like it?"

He nodded, finally looking right back at her. "I like it a lot."

Olette ducked her head a bit, cheeks red, and smiled. "…I like it a lot, too."

They didn't say anything else then, just finished their treat, and Hayner returned a few minutes later, happy to relate his news. And if he didn't notice them sitting closer together than usual, that was okay.