[i] Lance lowered his head, attempting to stifle laughter despite his inner protests. The cashiers expression was priceless. [/i] "And, uh, what about you sir?" [i] He asked Lance, face flushed as he did his best to look at Lance. He raised his eyes once more, face as blank as ever.[/i] "Funnel cake, strawberries, hot fudge, extra powdered sugar." [i] Lance didn't wait to hear the price, simply swiping the card and punching in a PIN number. A few short minutes later, the kid brought them a tray with their desserts, which Lance grabbed in one hand and walked towards a corner booth, sitting down on one side. As enigmatic as ever, Lance flicked his hand and materialized two bottles within his grasp, setting one down on the other side of the table, obviously intending for Ami to sit across from him. The little trick was so clean, if one blinked they'd miss it. And even then, it was hard to believe, objects appearing in his grasp so cleanly. [/i] "Water, because you can't add too much to those hips." [i] He says, a smirk playing over his lips. She was entertaining, he'd give her that. [/i]