She had scooped her favourite flavours into the biggest cone they had. Walking home from the local parlour with Rex, she let the sticky substance slide down her hand, watching those melting moments of rainbow colours blend into one; making sure she was careful to not drizzle any of that sweetness onto her pretty pink dress or those new shiny Mary Jane shoes. It's why she had opted to accept the offer of that spoon. This type of ice-cream, her fanciful best, known as the 'cream of its crop' was not just for licking on hot summer days, but for sampling & tasting every mouthful in the most delicious way. It didn't matter the choice of each flavour she scooped up onto her spoon, it always left that milky taste and the hint of honey, as its coolness hit her throat, how it made her swoon.