It was 1 PM, 90 degrees, and the two of you had done a lot of walking, Dісk was, to say the very least, exhausted.

He led the two of you over to the food area, where he looked around taking in the types of product and the line length into account.

"There's an ice cream truck, fried food, shaved ice... wanna get some ice cream? On me, of course," he asked, already walking over to it. It had a... rather long line, but god, he thought, it was worth it. He felt horrible.

He flashed you a smile, hiding his horrible stomach ache. Why didn't he move to Alaska? He wouldn't be so hot if he had.

"This is fun, though! I'm glad we went together," he said, leaving out the fact that he felt like he was going to die. There were still at least ten people in front of you.

He wiped his forehead and rolled up his sleeves, wanting that tiny bit of relief. The line moved up and he realized he needed to think about what he wanted- and what you wanted too, of course.

"I think I'm gonna get a double chocolate cone, what will you want, {{user}}?" he asked when you were close to the line, but still with 2 people in front of you. He took out his wallet to prepare to order your food.