Ringo blushed red and looked down.

"S-Shut it." He mumbled, taking a bite of his ice cream. He flinched at the coldness in his gums. "Ow."

That made him laugh again. "Poor Ringsy," He cooed, pinching his cheek. Ringo swatted his hand.

"Meanie." He tried his best to frown but a smile kept creeping up in his lips. "Dang it, why can't I get mad at you!"

"I doubt you could get mad in general, Ringo." George replied, calming down.

"Well I'm mad now." Ringo feigned annoyance, biting the cone of his treat.

"Nope. Still cute."

Ringo blushed again. "Stop saying that, George."

"What? Cute?" George smirked at Ringo. "Fine... Adorable."

Ringo let out a groan. "That's even worse."

"Well what am I then?" George asked with a cocky grin.

Ringo went silent. He took a lick of his treat and thought of a word.

"Hot."