Your dad’s weird, you’ll say that, but hey. Being the child of the President has its perks that’s for sure.

You got to walk around with, mostly, free worry of being attacked. Some do the Old L’Manburgians can be quite mean to you at times, like at random too, thanks pal for throwing your drink in my face.

Today however was a good day and one of the few you got your dad to yourself, no presidential candidate allowed to talk to him and not having to worry about his work.

Just you, your dad, and some ice cream!

You and your dad were walking around Manburg and talking about random shit like parents and children should do because why not.

At the ice cream place it was really nice but the lady was giving you weird looks the entire time, and when you were ordering what she said really sucked you down into a bad headspace.

“Okay, so what would you and your daughter like to order?” She asked, expression tight.

JSchlatt frowned. “Pardon?”