Uninvited Guest

Desmond entered the kitchen and beheld a peculiar sight—numerous ice cream creations with irregular shapes lined up on the dining table. The sight left him momentarily speechless, and as he took in the unconventional forms of the frozen treats, his once-ravenous appetite began to wane.

Alice, hearing the door open, swiftly turned around, her eyes lighting up as she caught sight of Desmond. "Hey, Desmond! I've made them. Give it a try!"

Desmond's gaze lingered on one of the ice creams resting on the table. "I'd better pretend to eat," he thought, casting a furtive glance at Alice, only to find her staring back at him with a mix of anticipation and admiration.

May the heavens spare me today. I hope I don't meet my demise.

Resisting the urge to take a bite, Desmond gingerly swallowed the entire ice cream in one gulp. Placing the empty plate back on the table, he mustered a bright smile and gave Alice a thumbs up.