Like Clockwork (For Stuffy)

He looked down at it thoughtfully.

"Plans. I think."

 

"Hard to tell if you can't read what you're writing."

 

"But you could try."

 

"Well, that, and I don't know how to write."

 

"I was trying to draw plans," he said, sounding a little frustrated. "It's alright. I'll return to it later."

 

There were vague scribbles and shapes that looked vaguely familiar, but it would be hard to determine what he was making. He noticed her head turned towards the plans and turned it over, his brows furrowed disapprovingly.

 

"No. But it's something I'm working on," he responded. "I've had enough of people looking over my shoulder. Come on; let's go get some food."

 

He headed to the door.

 

"What do you want to eat?"

 

He considered this question seriously.

"I enjoy ice cream."