<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=228808.msg11288053#msg11288053">Quote from: PhantomPistoleer on 26-05-2015, 20:30:35</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">o_O  And Patriot would probably think that "getting ice cream" is a euphemism for weird sex.<br/><br/>But I would prefer for it to be non-sexual (at least at first):<br/><br/>"Ma'am, you were in a bind.  The presumption among the folks that get paid more than me is that you might think that you jumped from the skillet an' into the fryin' pan by comin' here.  Replaced one bind for another.  So, the Captain's got me -- a decorated badass with a penchant for badassness -- baby-sittin' you.  We go where you wanna go.  If you wanna get ice-cream, we're gonna get ice-cream.  Hoorah."<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Oh, that's hysterical. I can see it now...<br/><br/>"Babysitting...?"<br/><br/>Nyssa's eyes bulged and her mouth hung open for a shocked moment. She huffed, crossed her arms under her breasts, mind racing for a comeback, but none were forthcoming. She didn't need a babysitter, what she needed was... was... she was too exasperated to think of what it was she needed.<em>Men!</em>But then she remembered what she needed.<br/><br/>"Sure, ice cream, but only after I replenish my wardrobe. You don't mind shopping with me, do you?" She grinned. "No? Excellent, then let's go to the mall." She wrapped her arm around his, as if he were escorting her to a high school dance. "Now how do you say it... hoo-ray? Like a cheerleader?"<br/><br/>I think they'd have fun on their day out.<br/><br/>