Riolu glanced up from the table, frowning. "Are you sure you're OK with me coming back here? I mean, I don't wanna mooch or anything..." he rubbed his stomach a bit, mouth watering slightly at the delicious aromas. In spite of his massive meal the day before, everything had digested almost back to its original state, owing partially to his Fighting type; though he had no way of knowing, they tended to have fast metabolisms (which made Machoke all the more unusual...)
Miltank merely chuckled, taking a large apple pie out of the oven and placing it in front of the young Pokemon. "I already told ya, young 'un: it's nice to have the company." She made her way over to him, ruffling the top of his head playfully. "Besides, it's not often I see a kid as well-mannered as you."
Riolu, blushing a bit at the affectionate gesture, nonetheless laughed and rubbed the back of his head. "Heh, thanks!" His stomach suddenly rumbled, reminding him why he'd come in the first place. Blushing a bit, he reached to take a handful of the pie...and quickly yelped and withdrew it, blowing on it frantically.
Miltank laughed. "Careful there, pardner; ya gotta let it cool a little."
It made sense, Riolu thought, but that didn't stop his brief look of disappointment. Nonetheless, Miltank caught it. "Oh, don't be like that." Smiling, she went over to the fridge and opened it, withdrawing a small tub of some kind. Shutting it, she made her way back over to the table and set the tub. "Here; why don't ya snack on this while ya wait?" She pried the lid off and slid it over to Riolu. Curious, the young Pokemon peered into it; it contained a thick, white substance of some sort.
Riolu tilted his head as he looked into the tub. "Huh? What's this?"
Miltank's eyes widened momentarily in an expression of surprise, but it was quickly replaced by a smile. "Oh yeah, fergot you lived in the forest." She gestured to the substance. "This here's ice cream; it comes in a lotta different flavors, but all of 'em are mighty tasty. This one's vanilla."
"Vanilla, huh?" Curiously, Riolu dipped his paw in scooping some of it out (and wincing as the cold treat contacted his slightly-burned paw), he lifted it to his face and took a few licks. As soon as he did so, his eyes widened, and his mouth dropped open a little bit.
Miltank smiled, placing an arm on her hip. "Well? Whaddaya think?"
The young Pokemon looked at her, a smile slowly growing across his muzzle. "This is really yummy!" Licking his lips, Riolu slurped what was left off his paw, only to dip it right back in and scoop an even bigger serving out. Now grinning, he stuck his whole paw in his mouth, only to withdraw it a second later sans the ice cream. He repeated this process a few times, but eventually decided he wasn't eating it fast enough. Getting an idea, he held the still nearly-full tub up to his face and stuck his muzzle in, slurping it down and kicking his feet slightly, greatly enjoying the sweet, cold dessert.
Watching him, Miltank chuckled. "Easy there, pardner; make sure ya leave some of that ice cream ta have with the pie."
At this, Riolu lowered the tub, his face ringed with white. "Huh? How come?"
Miltank gestured to the still-cooling pie. "I'll tell ya how come, kiddo; there ain't nothin' tastier than piping hot apple pie topped with just the right amount of vanilla ice cream." She winked at him. "Ain't sayin' ya can't keep doin' what you're doin', just don't eat it all 'fore the pie cools a bit."
Smiling, Riolu turned back towards the tub. "Thanks; I'll save some. Till then, though..." He lifted the ice cream back up to his face, continuing to slurp it down, albeit at a slightly more controlled rate.
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