*Ichabods POV*

I went with miss.Mills out of the rink and we went over to the cart with food on it.

"Oh my.. So many choices.. How must I pick just one!?" I said in awe of all the editable items on this wonderful cart.

"Just pick anything you want, really.." Said Abbie.

"But I want everything." I said in awe again.

It was amazing what a cart could hold- and how many things it could carry.

"Would you like me to just order for you Ichabod?" She said.

"That would be great, thank you." I said.

I hope I didn't embarrass her too much..

Oh well.

"Ayy, what would ya like todayy.."

Said the kind of rude, wide teenager with an additude, typing something on her phone,

while leaning back on one of the stools that I believe was left for the consumers..

"Hello, yeah I would like a soft pretzel with extra salt, and a red slushy, and my partner here would like a blue slushy with a..."

She paused for a moment, scanning their options.

"...actually, can we have one of everything on the left side please? And half of the right side? Oh, and the other half of the right side- so basically everything."

I looked at her, my eyes wider then my head- (if I say so myself)- and probably wider then the lady behind the counter. The only difference was that mind I believe were larger and her huge-eyeball catastrophe only lasted an instant, then she was back to her own, unsocialized self.

"But- Miss.Mills!?!" I said

"How in the world will we finish all of that!?! And the prICE!?!!??!"

I honestly didn't want to sound rude, but that was crazy.

"Kay." Said the lady.

"That should be... Like, $79.68 plus tax please. We should call you up when it's all made and stuff.."

"Thanks." Said Abbie.

We walked over to the tables and sat down, Abbie smiling at me across the table.

"Miss miLLS!!?! It's 80 dollars!?! How in the world could they charge you like that!?! And what is with thIS-t-t-This TAX NONSENSE!?!?!"

I said exasperated at the stupidity of this generation.

She started laughing- did I mention that her laugh is amazing?- and I looked at her confused.

"Chilllllll Craneeeeeee!! I just got paid this week and like half of that was a loan from Irving- were fineeee for goodness sakes!" She said still laughing.

*Abbie's POV*

God he's hilarious.

The way he thinks that even a dollar is an outrage in price, it's hilarious.

And I am not saying this in a rude, making-fun-of way, I'm saying it like it is.

I bet he could make the grinch smile.

Or maybe he's, like, a relative of that little girl in the movie that did make the grinch smile or something..

SOMETHING YOU SHOULD KNOW ABOUT ME:

• I tend to think nonsense when I'm bored, or in a mood of some sort.

Some might say, a calm mood.

"You want to play 20 questions? Considering our food won't be here for a little while longer?"

I asked Crane.

I learned that over the couple years I've known him, I've learned that he likes to answer questions.

Weather there about history, other people, or even himself- he likes to answer questions.

"Ssssssssuuurreeeee.." He said quietly.

"Let me guess, you have no idea what 20 questions is and/or have no idea what I'm talking about?"

I said, mostly because I know the face he makes when he doesn't know something and try's to act like he does.

"Most likely..." He said again.

"Alright then; this is how you play- well actually, I'm going to tell you a different way to play.

I ask you a question and you answer. Then you ask me a question & I answer. The first one to run out of questions looses.

So actually, it's more like 35 questions at the least- well that is if your good at this."

He thought for a moment, before he said:

"Okay, I'll try this game to help pass time."

"Good. So, do you want to go first or should I?" I said.

"Ladies first, as always." He responded smiling.

"Alrighttttt.. Let me think.... Ah- what is your favorite color Ichabod?" I said smiling lamely.

"Hmm.. Um.. Green- no red- no, orange- actually I'm more of a purple person- no maybe blue- Miss Mills this is difficult." He said with a puzzled look on his face.

I burst out laughing.

"Okay, okay okay- I'm letting you off with a warning this time. You can answer more then one answer- just not 7 different things, alright?"

"Okay, I will try better." He said with a smile.

Just then at that moment, some lady that works here- a different one from the counter- came over to our table.

"Hello guys!!" Said miss perky pants

"We were just wondering if- since you ordered 2 slushies- that you wanted another one since you ordered everything on that side of the menu and that was on that side and we were wondering-

"Okay okay yes please sure." I said a bit annoyed.

All of a sudden, a HUGE- and I mean HUGE tray thing of food comes out, my stomach & Ichabods both growling in unison.

There was cakepops, popcorn, cake, cheese, crackers, shushes, hot pretzels, ginger ale, coke, packets of cookies that were basically like Girl Scout cookies, more drinks, Popsicles, ice creams, etc.

Then came the actual food.

There was spaghetti, there was mozzarella sticks, there was meatloaf- EVERYTHING.

*Ichabods POV*

How in the world can one tray carry so much delicious looking food?

How will we eat all this without throwing up everything ?

Oh my.

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authors note:

OMG guys I'm really sorry this chapter took so long to update!

I'm going to be updating a lot next week bc it's gonna be our SPRING BREAK!

OHHH and also:

IM

ONLY

12 !!!

So I have school and stuff still

And that's why I can't update a lot.

And I love writing stories (:

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