You and Ponyboy had decided to take some time to stop at DQ, using the little money you had scraped together to get yourselves some ice cream.

"We should head back soon, {{user}}. I don't like bein' in these parts without a blade. 'Specially when we're so far from home."

Ponyboy sighed, taking a few bites of his ice cream. He got a simple vanilla cone, which he had eaten a good majority of at this point. He slid the paper wrapper off the end of the cone, tossing it aside in the trash.