Lopezite offered a kind, proud smile at Alpersite. He couldn't help but laugh at the suggestion; in a way, it was childish--going out to get ice cream to celebrate. They were adults, fighting in a war, full of things beyond themselves. Talking of aches and pains, and sparring to make sure they didn't get themselves killed.

And yet, ice cream seemed completely appropriate.

"I think that's an excellent idea," he decided when his chuckles faded into just a smile. "All work and no play, and all," he shrugged. "Mental health is every bit as important as physical health, and the only thing I know of that's good for both is ice cream. Come," he clapped him on the back. "I'll take us back up and we'll go find a good spot. I'm proud of you, Alpersite. At this rate, you'll be a Captain in no time. I'll have to work hard to be a General."

They had time, though.

They'd get there.

Orangeish Sherbert