[i]Alon's eyes widened before he fell into an inescapable fit of laughter, stumbling around as he tried to regain himself. More so, he was at ease, letting Lance know his emotions through and through; it was as if the mage were made of glass, and everything going on in his mind were visible to him. Recovering from the laughter, the mage just smiled to Lance, snapping in the air himself and grabbing a bowl of pink substances... ice cream.[/i] My last bowl. Cotton Candy, my favourite, though. We all have our addictions; damn the creator of ice cream, though. I can create many things, but nothing as good as this. Always makes it a challenge to get, especially in war times. [i]Licking at the ice cream, he looked up to the swordsmaster and smiled; it was weird. Two hardened people, one armoured and armed, the other a threat to nature itself alone... enjoying something so trivial.[/i] Daughter, you say? Mr. Lance, I had no idea you were a father! How did that come about? I'm certain I wasn't away for so long... lest I'm near 40 now...