[Half-melted, sure, but it still tastes fine. Presumably, anyway. He doesn't really have a metric for how ice cream cake should taste, but it's sweet, and chilled, and it should probably taste nostalgic. It should probably drag him back to days in mid-June and outdoor birthday parties, hands sticky with sweat and melted ice cream and the shrieks of children darting after one another like scraps of colored paper on the breeze.]
[Maybe, if he concentrates hard enough, he can pretend that it's a memory, and not some imagined, idealized picture of how he likes to think kids would be.]
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[Half-melted, sure, but it still tastes fine. Presumably, anyway. He doesn't really have a metric for how ice cream cake should taste, but it's sweet, and chilled, and it should probably taste nostalgic. It should probably drag him back to days in mid-June and outdoor birthday parties, hands sticky with sweat and melted ice cream and the shrieks of children darting after one another like scraps of colored paper on the breeze.]
[Maybe, if he concentrates hard enough, he can pretend that it's a memory, and not some imagined, idealized picture of how he likes to think kids would be.]
Never had this before.