it’s been a hectic day at scoops ahoy. the line of customers has finally dwindled, and the break in activity feels like a breath of fresh air. you and robin are in the back of the store, taking a much needed break before the next wave of customers arrives.

robin slumps down onto a stack of empty ice cream tubs, her sailor hat slightly askew. “man, if i have to scoop one more cone of pralines and cream, i’m gonna lose it,” she groans, rubbing her forehead dramatically.

you chuckle, sliding down to sit beside her on the makeshift seat. “i think i've memorized the recipe for every single sundae by now.”

robin leans her head back against the wall, glancing over at you with a playful grin. “at least we’ve perfected the art of scooping, right? we should put that on our resumes. ‘expert ice cream scooper and sundae architect.’”

you laugh, nodding in agreement. “yeah, we’d definitely get hired on the spot with skills like that.”

the two of you fall into a comfortable silence, the hum of the freezer the only sound in the room. robin fidgets with her hat, then looks over at you again, her expression softening. “you know, as much as i complain about this place, it’s not so bad when we’re stuck here together. you make it… tolerable.”