SPOILER!!: “Atlaaasss”
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sweetpinkpixie 
Him? Joke? Unheard of. Though maybe it was partly rhetorical. Not his fault that she had said she didn't want her tongue to corrode! Though, maybe once he stopped to think about it, perhaps it was that experience that had turned her off from the whole sensation. Would only make sense. Sometimes two plus two equaled for and other times it equaled duck. Could be a toss up just like with his thoughts spewing out unfiltered.
"Good," he grinned, that grin turning into a small cocky kind of smirk. Remy just had that effect on him, she was like an air pump to his big head in many ways. In others though, it was gentler. A side of the coin he had not yet acknowledge and who knew when he actually would. But her attention and affection came with a certain kind of validation that the Gryffindor did not even really want to acknowledge he was seeking. Insecurities were like that, go figure. "Glad you can get on my level. Sometimes it can be lonely uo here."
He wasn't sure he felt bad or if he was amused. He was a little irked that a perfectly fine piece of candy had just been spit on to the floor, but it had belonged to dad first and not himself so, technically, it had not really cost Atlas anything so it was a point he could easily dismiss. "You okay?" he asked, patting his pockets for another candy he had brought with him. "Here. Eat this. It'll help," he said while offering her a little candy hard on the exterior but with honey on the inside to coat the tongue. "Unless you're allergic to honey, that is."
Finding his grove, Atlas swiftly made his way through the next couple of flavors (including one of Cookies and Cauldron Cakes!) and added glitter for accents only. He was debating his last couple, glitter now all over his fingers and across his brow thanks to wiping it earlier, he glanced over at her and nodded. "Sounds ace. Let's do that." Sitting here in the summer heat and partly shaded from the sun as it moved across the sky kind of demanded something cool to be consumed. "We should get the big sundae and then divide the scoops up. Most ice cream for your galleon and you get toppings included."
Settling on his remaining flavors (Rocky Road and Banana Pudding), he got to painting and adding a couple of details and dated his work in the lower right corner of the bag.
He didn’t have to say anything, she knew that he was happy about her failure deep down, which made her defeat more bruising. She could feel her face turning a little pink, more with frustration rather than just embarrassment alone. She did appreciate the offer of a honey sweet to compensate, though. “
Thanks,” she quickly popped it into her mouth, and it didn’t take long for it to ease the sour. “
Think that definitely corroded part of my tongue.” Remy pouted, thinking about suing Atlas for it.
Or suing his dad for owning Toxic Waste, or the muggles for producing it.
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Mmmmm…” The more they discussed the ice cream shop, the more her attention had diminished from her tote bag and she placed all of the materials back in their place. “
That sounds perfect, let’s go right now.” Also - the excitement to SHARE a sundae with Atlas was just absolute confirmation that they had to leave ASAP.
That’s what boyfriends and girlfriends did, JUST SAYING.
Remy slung her new bag over her shoulder and did a pose for Atlas. “
If you’re ready?” She didn’t want to ruin his creative juices flowing.