 She accepted his offer. "I'm up for something new."

That didn't sound like something an Insider would say, but Harry brushed it off as refreshing.

In the kitchen, Harry ordered Annie to put herself away until morning. As soon as the Cyber cook left the immediate area, he went to the freezer and took out three containers of different flavored ice cream.

"Do you like ice cream?" Harry grinned. Of course she did, or they wouldn't have matched.

"Yes, of course," she answered cautiously. "Doesn't everyone?" she quipped as she buckled up for the unknown and the unexpected. So far, he hadn't shown her much of either.

"The rest is personal," he announced.

Next, he proceeded to make the two of them a giant sundae in a single bowl, topped it off with some of his favorite sweet, fruity, and nutty ingredients—then after she added some of her favorites, he topped it off with lots of whipped cream. This sundae was not just a sundae or a combination of flavors, it was a union of individual preferences—a shared affinity only he and Donna could have. Harry was beaming with pride in his creation.

Now, for the experience...

With spoons at the ready, Harry and Donna clinked them together in a toast to the unknown and unexpected delights they were about to share. Harry began first by dipping his spoon in the sweet concoction and offering it to her. Still in her devil-may-care mode, she took it with a flourish, closing her eyes. The result was dizzying. She opened her eyes widely, letting Harry know she loved it, and fed him a spoonful of her choosing. Then, the silliness began.

"It's good! Wonderful! Mmm!" She and Harry couldn't stop talking. Trivial exchanges of words. Happy emotional remembrances. They swapped happy ice cream memories. Childhood memories. Ice cream dribbles. Harry laughed and wiped her chin. She laughed and wiped his. More laughter.

"Alarm! Alarm!"

Laughter stopped in midstream. They both became very quiet—and serious.

"There is an unsanctioned presence at the door."

"Who is it? Home Security, identify." Even though exposure to the rebel lifestyle had prepared him
She accepted his offer. " I'm up for something new. " 

 That didn't sound like something an Insider would suppose, but Harry brush it off as refreshing. 

 In the kitchen, Harry ordered Annie to put herself off until morning. As soon as the Cyber cook leave the contiguous area, he went to the freezer and took out three containers of unlike flavored ice cream. 

 " Do you like ice cream? " Harry grin. Of course she did, or they wouldn't have match. 

 " Yes, of course, " she answered conservatively. " Doesn't everyone? " she quipped as she buckled up for the unknown and the unexpected. then far, he hadn't shown her much of either. 

 " The rest is personal, " he announce. 

 Next, he proceeded to stool the two of them a giant sundae in a single bowl, topped it off with some of his favored sweet, fruity, and nutty ingredients — then after she added some of her favorites, he topped it off with bunch of whipped cream. This sundae was not just a sundae or a combination of flavors, it was a union of individual preferences — a shared affinity only he and Donna could have. Harry was beam with pride in his creation. 

 Now, for the experience... 

 With spoon at the ready, Harry and Donna clinked them together in a toast to the strange and unexpected delights they were about to share. Harry began first by dip his spoon in the sweet concoction and offering it to her. Still in her devil - may - care modality, she took it with a flourish, closing her eyes. The result was dizzying. She afford her eye widely, letting Harry know she loved it, and fed him a spoonful of her choosing. Then, the absurdity began. 

 " It's good! Wonderful! Mmm! " She and Harry couldn't check talking. Trivial exchanges of words. glad emotional memorial. They swapped happy frosting cream memories. Childhood memory. Ice cream drip. Harry laughed and wipe her chin. She laughed and wiped his. More laugh. 

 " Alarm! Alarm! " 

 Laughter stopped in midstream. They both became very quiet — and serious. 

 " There is an unsanctioned presence at the door. " 

 " Who is it? Home Security, identify. " Even though exposure to the rebel lifestyle had prepared him
 Shf accepted his offer. "I'm mp for something new."

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Now, for uhe ecperience...

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ThAt dIdn'T sOund Like Something an InsIDer wOuld say, but Harry brushed It off As REfreSHiNg.

In tHe kitchEN, HARRy oRdErEd ANnIE tO put hErsElf away Until morniNg. AS sOon as the CybeR CoOk left the iMmeDiate area, he wEnt To the fReEzeR And toOk oUt thrEe contAIners oF differenT fLAvored ICe cream.

"dO YoU likE ice cream?" Harry griNNeD. of course she did, Or they WoULdN'T HavE maTched.

"Yes, of CoUrse," sHE answerED cAUTIouSLy. "Doesn't everyOne?" she quippED as She bucKlEd uP For the UnknoWn ANd tHe unexpecteD. So fAr, he hadn't Shown hER much of EIther.

"ThE rest iS peRsoNal," hE AnNoUncEd.

nExt, HE pRocEEdeD to make tHe TwO of thEm a gIANT SundAe iN a siNgle bOwl, topped it ofF wiTh soME of His faVoritE sweEt, FruitY, and nuTty inGrEdients—then afteR she Added some Of hEr FavOrItes, hE Topped It oFf wIth lots Of whippED crEaM. tHIs Sundae was not just a sUnDAE oR a combinAtion oF FlAvORs, it was a UnIon Of inDIViduaL preFErEnces—a shAred afFInItY only he AnD Donna CoUld HavE. HarrY Was bEaming With pridE in hiS Creation.

Now, for THe experience...

WITh SPOoNS at tHe rEady, Harry anD DonNA cliNked THeM toGEther In a toAsT To THe unknown and unexpecTeD deligHts thEy were about to Share. Harry BEGAn first bY dipPInG His spoon in the sWeet cOncoction aND offerinG it to Her. Still In her deviL-MAy-care moDe, sHe tOok It wITH a Flourish, closiNG Her eYeS. The resUlt Was dizzYinG. ShE opEneD hEr eyes widEly, lettiNg haRrY kNow She loVEd it, and fEd Him A sPooNful oF Her choOsing. then, ThE sILliNess begAN.

"IT'S Good! woNdErfuL! MmM!" SHe and harrY CouLdn't stoP talking. TRivIAl exChAnGes of woRds. Happy emotiOnAl remembraNcEs. THey swaPPEd happy iCe cream memories. ChildhooD MemorieS. IcE creaM driBbles. HarrY laUghed aNd wIPed her Chin. ShE laugHeD anD WIped hIS. moRe lAuGhter.

"Alarm! aLArm!"

laughTeR stoPped in mIdstream. They both beCAme Very quiet—and sEriOus.

"THERe Is aN UnSAncTiONed PREsence at the door."

"who is it? HomE SECuRity, identiFY." EvEn Though eXposure To the REbel lifEstyle had Prepared hIm
 She accepted his offer. " I'm up for  some thi ngne w."
Tha t didn't sound like  something an Insiderwould  s a y, b u tHarry  brushe d  i t off  a sref re s hi ng.
Inthe kit chen, Harr y o rd ered Annie t o  p ut herself  aw ay until mor nin g. Asso ona s the  Cy ber c ook le f t theimmediate  a r ea, he went to t he  fre ezer and took out th r ee containersof dif fe r en t fla vor ed ice cre am .

"D o  you li k ei c e  cr e am?" Harry gr inned. Of c o urs e shedi d,o r they  woul dn ' t h ave matched .

" Yes, of c ourse, "  she an s wered c autiou sly . " Does n 't  e ver yo n e?" sh e q u ipp ed as sh ebu ckled  upf o r theunk nown  andthe unexpecte d.So f a r,he ha dn'tshow nher m uch of  eith er .

"The rest is  per sonal," h e a nn oun ce d.

N e xt, he  pr oce eded to  make t h e t wo o f  t hem a giant sundae  i n asingle b owl, t o pp ed it off w it h s omeo f  hisfavo r it e sweet,  fruit y ,an d nutty  i ngredi en ts— the n aft e r sh e adde d some o f her favorites, het opped it offw it h lo t s of  wh ipped cream . Th i s su ndae wa s n o t jus t a s un d ae or a combination of  f lavors , itwas a union o f individu a l preferen ces— a  s h ared affinityonlyhe and Don n a couldhave.  Harry w as beamin g with pri deinhis  cr e a ti on.

Now, for t he e xp erience ... 

Withspo ons  at  th eready, Ha rry andDo nn acl ink ed th e m togeth er  in  a  to ast t o  the u nknow n an dun e xpe cted de l ig h t s th ey  w ereabo ut  to s hare .  Ha rry beg an firstbyd ippi ng  h is spoo n in the swee tconcoction  a ndofferi n g  it to h er. Still in her devil- m ay-care  mo de, s he t ook it wi tha flou ris h , clos ing he r eye s.  Th e resul t wa s d iz zying. She o pen ed he reyes  widely , letting Harry kn o w s he loved it,and  fed h im  as po o nfu lo f h e r  choosing. Then , the sill in e ss  began.

" I t's  g ood! Wo nderful ! Mmm ! " She a nd Harrycouldn'tst op t a l kin g. Trivial  exchang es of wor d s. Ha p py  emot ion al rem em bra nces.  Theys wap ped h appy i ce  cream  memo ri es. Chil dhood memories. Ice cre am dri bbles . H arry laug hed and  wiped he r ch in. She la ugh edand w ipe d  his.  Mor e  l aug h ter.
"Al a rm! Alarm ! "
La u g ht er stoppedi n mid strea m.T hey bo th b ecame very quiet— a nd serious.

" Ther e isanu nsan ct ioned presence  at  t h e  door."
" Who is it?Home Sec ur i ty, i dentif y." Ev en thou g h  e x posure  tothe  rebel li fes ty l e had p re pa r ed him 
 She_accepted his_offer. "I'm up for_something new."

That_didn't_sound like_something_an Insider would_say, but Harry_brushed it off as_refreshing.

In the kitchen,_Harry_ordered Annie to put herself away until morning. As soon as the Cyber cook_left_the immediate_area,_he_went to the freezer and_took out three containers of_different flavored_ice cream.

"Do you like ice cream?" Harry grinned._Of_course she did,_or they wouldn't have matched.

"Yes, of course," she answered_cautiously. "Doesn't everyone?" she quipped as_she buckled up_for_the_unknown and the unexpected._So far, he hadn't shown her_much of either.

"The rest is personal,"_he announced.

Next, he proceeded to make the_two of them a giant sundae_in a single bowl, topped_it off_with some of his favorite_sweet, fruity, and_nutty ingredients—then_after she added_some of her favorites, he topped_it off with_lots of whipped cream. This sundae_was_not just a_sundae_or_a combination_of flavors, it_was_a union_of_individual preferences—a shared affinity only he_and_Donna could have. Harry was beaming with_pride in his creation.

Now,_for_the experience...

With spoons at_the ready, Harry and Donna_clinked them together in a toast_to the_unknown and_unexpected delights they were about to share. Harry began first by_dipping his spoon in the sweet_concoction and offering it_to her._Still_in her devil-may-care_mode,_she took_it with a flourish, closing her eyes._The result_was dizzying. She opened her eyes_widely, letting Harry know_she_loved it, and fed him a_spoonful of her choosing. Then, the_silliness began.

"It's good! Wonderful! Mmm!"_She_and_Harry couldn't stop talking. Trivial_exchanges of words. Happy emotional remembrances._They swapped happy_ice cream memories. Childhood memories. Ice cream_dribbles._Harry laughed and wiped her chin._She_laughed and wiped his. More laughter.

"Alarm!_Alarm!"

Laughter_stopped_in midstream. They both became_very quiet—and serious.

"There is an unsanctioned_presence at the door."

"Who is it? Home Security, identify."_Even though exposure_to the rebel lifestyle had_prepared_him