The battle between curiosity and disgust was making the decision hard. Eli nudged him. “Get the strawberry-basil. Ooo, no, the lavender-Earl Grey tea.” Feeling guilty about being the cause of whatever kind of thing Eli and Quinn had had, Silver had suggested a treat after Eli was done picking through his favorite secondhand-clothing store. He didn’t expect a place like Take Your Licks. “It’s so awesome,” Eli had said as he dragged Silver to the counter. “Blue Crab Ice Cream?” “It’s Bawl-mer, hon,” Eli had said as he eagerly accepted samples of combinations that should never have existed. Silver declined Eli’s spoon sharing and kept staring at the demented blends. On the Just Vanilla, We Promise was a neon orange tag labeling it For Wimps. Silver wasn’t ready for Blue Crab, but that was too much of a dare to ignore. “Chipotle chocolate,”
