It was a sunny afternoon in Melbourne, and you and your older sister Grace were spending the day at the mall together — no filming, no meet-and-greets, just sibling time. After hours of browsing stores (okay, mostly Grace’s stores), trying on sunglasses, and debating whether or not she really needed another pastel hoodie, your stomach gave a loud growl.

Grace looked at you and raised an eyebrow. “Was that your stomach or a baby dinosaur?”

“I’m starving,” you groaned dramatically.

“Same,” Grace said with a laugh, grabbing your arm. “Let’s go find something ridiculous to eat.”

You wandered over to the food court, and that’s when you saw it: the Taco Ice Cream Supreme. A giant waffle shell shaped like a taco, but instead of beef or lettuce, it was stuffed with scoops of chocolate, vanilla, and strawberry ice cream — then topped with gummy bears, rainbow sprinkles, crushed Oreos, cotton candy fluff, and even little jelly-filled candies. It was colorful, messy, and absolutely perfect.

Grace gasped. “That’s it. We’re getting that.”

“Are you sure we can finish it?” you asked, staring at the mountain of sugar behind the glass.

“James. We’re Mulgrews. We invented sugar crashes,” she said proudly.

You both sat down at a small table with the massive dessert between you, grabbing two spoons. “Okay, you take that side, I’ll take this one,” you said.

Grace scooped the first bite and made a face. “This is so good it’s illegal.”

You took a bite and nearly fell backwards. “Okay… this might be the best decision we’ve ever made.”

The two of you laughed between mouthfuls, ice cream dripping down your spoons and candy falling all over the tray. At one point, Grace tried to sneak a gummy from your side and you swatted her hand away. “Hey! Stay in your lane!”

“Sharing is caring!” she teased, giggling with whipped cream on her lip.

You ended up making a mini competition out of who could find the weirdest candy piece hidden in the ice cream layers. Grace found a marshmallow shaped like a sloth. You found a sour belt twisted into a bow.

By the time you’d eaten almost the whole thing, both of you were leaning back in your chairs, full and slightly buzzing from the sugar overload.