She took him his ice cream. Since that is pretty much a nightly ritual performed by rote, it didn’t really matter that she was reading an excellent book and only half paying attention. She scooped the ice cream into the bowl, grabbed an eating utensil from the drawer and hastened to his side.
She was turning to rush back to her book even as He took the items from her hands, but the perplexed sound of his, “Uhm, thank you, love,” caused her to pause. He said, “Perhaps I would be better served with a spoon?” She looked down. In his left-hand was a small dessert bowl containing two scoops of mint-chocolate chip ice cream, as it should be. In his right hand was a butter knife.
She took the butter knife back and got him a spoon, but honestly, should a person being waited upon hand and foot be so picky?
Less than three hours after I rescued her from the sweltering mailbox, Ella was wrapped in a sarong like any good Island Girl. However, jet lag took it’s toll and she fell asleep almost before she finished the bushel of broccoli I gave her for dinner.
I was certain we wouldn’t see Ella again before breakfast, so I only dished up two bowls of ice cream, then I called OC to the table. Ellie beat him to the chair. I had no idea elephants could run that fast or jump that high!
Ella reaching for OC's ice cream.
OC took the entire incident very well. He likes Ella’s enthusiasm and zest for life — and food.