"Thanks," Angus said, taking the potion from her.
"We'll leave you both to it, then," Marcus said to Ruby and Aria. "It looks like he made enough ice cream to feed an entire army."
"No, just this house. This house eats far more ice cream than you realize," Angus said. "I made a standard, commercial three gallon size tub. And if its no good, then we'll just pitch it, and I'll start over."
Marcus got up, went to the kitchen, got out a spoon, opened the freezer, opened the container and took a spoonful out and tasted it.
"Oh my god," he grinned. "You're not throwing a drop of this out. I won't be a bit bothered if nobody else likes it. More for me."
"It's okay, then?"
"I taste that really good vanilla bean ice cream, and the incredible dark chocolate, the cookies, the fudge, and just the right amount of Irish cream running through every bite of it. And if you did what you normally do and just threw it together without writing it down, I'm going to hurt you," Marcus told him.
"No, this time I wrote it down," Angus said, "because its tricky to make. It has alcohol in it, so it has to be blended carefully because its darned near impossible to freeze something with alcohol in it."
"But you did it," Marcus said. He got a bigger spoon from the drawer and took out a bigger spoonful for himself.
"You know, it will taste better if you actually let it finish freezing," Angus said.
"Don't bother me. I'm busy," Marcus teased, eating the bigger spoonful.