[Tina's quick to hold out her arms. Up! She'd already be climbing up to sit on his shoulder if it was Brick, but she's trying to be polite in regards to her new friend.]
I'm a game master for Bunkers an' Badasses, I host the most exclusive tea parties on Pandora, and I blow lots of stuff up an' sometimes even get paid for it!
[He quickly scoops her up with his paws, allowing her to sit on his shoulders. He carries two brothers on his back daily, so a child like Tina is no trouble at all.]
"What kind of game is that? Ice Bear could make the snacks for Tina's tea parties." [His ears twitch a bit upon hearing about explosions.]"Ice Bear likes building robots and making them do things."
[He can't help but blink and stare at this new rude person, before calmly holding his tray outward. If he's mad, he's hiding it.]
"Ice Bear will impress you with this ice cream. Homemade. Fresh milk and ingredients." [In other words, his work will hopefully impress you, sir.] "Choose whatever flavor you want."
[ The Doctor digs into his coat pocket and he whips out a spoon. ]
Of course, though I do wonder what flavor it is you're serving. I could only imagine the limited amount of flavors one would have access to high up in The Arctic.
[That gives him a lot more ingredients to work with, thankfully. It look like a wide assortment of flavors await The Doctor, ranging from strawberry to cookie dough to key lime pie.]
"Ice Bear would like your constructive feedback on the ice cream."
[How many people can say they've got a literal meat shield for a brother figure and now a frickin' polar bear as a best friend/mount/throne? Tina is obviously The Best. But she's more interested in learning about her new ursine best friend.]
It's a tabletop role playing game. I make up adventures for my friends to go on and be awesome and stuff. Can you make crumpets? They're my favorite.
[But oooooh, robots!]
Ice. My man. Listen. You gotta let me put a rocket launcher on your robot. You'd have the best damn security on the planet.
"Ice Bear does have mint ice cream. One of Ice Bear's favorite's as well."
[Politely, he hands Watson a sample bowl, but something looks different about the ice cream. For starters, it's not the typical bright green color mint ice cream, but instead a light white color.]
"Ice Bear used an infusion technique, drizzled in chocolate as well. Please let Ice Bear know your thoughts."
"You must be a bit of a culinary genius, Mr. Ice Bear. Thank you." Smiling up at the bear, he takes a small bite, making an approving noise. "Oh! Oh, that's lovely, sir. Such a subtle, varied taste..."
James smiles and gives a courteous bow of his own in answer. "I can see why you take pride in your cooking, if this is any example. How long have you been at it?"
"Oh, I enjoy all sorts of cuisine, and you certainly do know the way to a man's heart," he chuckles. He's enjoying the conversation, too, and doesn't seem remotely bothered to be having it with a talking bear. "On the subject of you making delicious things for me, how much would you charge for a few more pints of this?" he asks, gesturing to the sample bowl in his hands.
"Ice Bear wishes other people would respect Ice Bear's cooking. Ice Bear loves the challenge in making new things. Making people happy." [There's clearly some issues he's had to deal with in the past, as apparent by that statement. No matter. Ice is just happy people here are enjoying what he does best.]
"What do you think is a fair price? Ice Bear has plenty made up."
"Well, if your friends don't respect your hobbies and accomplishments, it may be time for new friends, lad."
He doesn't go on a tirade about people not accepting each other, or elaborate on the idea of leaving behind friends who don't support you, instead stopping to consider the issue of price.
"Well, I'd pay five or six US dollars for a pint of good ice-cream at a grocery store, and somewhat more at a small, privately-owned shop. Do you find $8 a pint reasonable?"
A talking bear from San Francisco, what will they think of next. Though I have to wonder how the weather there is treating you.
[ The Doctor leans over and he looks at the flavors Ice Bear has to offer him. He mmms to himself, and he picks up a bowl of Mint Chocolate Chip. He looks at his trusty spoon, and he goes to dig in. Lifting the spoon up with a clump of ice cream on it, The Doctor inspects it closely. ]
So far, it looks good. Now here is the tricky part. The taste and the texture. To be the most delightful bowl of ice cream it must be creamy and tasty. [ He finally thrusts the spoon into his mouth. He swishes his mouth about. Wait for it. Wait for it. ]
Not bad. Not bad. It can still stand to be a tad bit creamier.
What's your favorite kind of crumpet? I feel like I gotta try 'em all because Tina ain't met a crumpet she hasn't crumpocalypsed if ya get my drift I think you doooo~~!
[She leans forward on her Bear-shoulder-seat so she can look Ice Bear in the eye.]
That's the great thing, you can be whatever you want! So if you always wanted to know what it was like to be a fearsome wielder of mysterious elemental mojo you can be a badass Siren warrior princess. Or if you feel like going full metal zenjacket you can be a droid or maybe just a guy in a mechsuit with social issues who's a badass ninja samurai hybrid!
[She's talking quickly but with a lot of excitement. This is clearly something she's passionate about.]
Plus lots more. I can help you think of a kickass class. What kind of stuff do you like? I can tailor make one to you.
Weather is cold at times. Ice Bear has gotten used to it.
[He watches The Doctor sample his ice cream and upon hearing the feedback, he doesn't seem upset. Instead, he nods a little, looking at the ice cream sample carefully.]
Ice Bear will need to work on that then. Come up with a creamy ice cream that doesn't lose flavor.
[He doesn't want to go off on a wild tangent about how people are un-accepting of a walking, talking polar bear.]
"That is fine. Give Ice Bear a few minutes." [Without much of a warning, he walks off, returning a few minutes later with a bag slung over his back. It's one of those carrying cases that keeps cool things cold for hours on end. He offers the bag to Watson, even before receiving payment.]
"Ice Bear, thank you so much. Helen and I will be sure to think of you when we share this. You're too kind, really. If you'd like, I can spread the word among my friends as well. Henry and Kate, and probably William, will likely be interested in your wares as well."
Smiling, he pulls out his wallet, leafing through bills from at least three different countries before he find his United States currency and fishes out several twenties.
"Ice Bear might make a business of this then. What kind of ice cream does your friends like? Should Ice Bear give you other samples to take home?"
[Woah. He stares at the different types of bills curiously.] "Ice Bear wants to know if you travel much. Based on money types." [He'll gratefully take any sort of payment, but American currency is a plus.]
"Oh, yes, Helen has me traveling all over the world to represent her business interests," he tells the bear, glancing into his wallet again. "Let's see, at the moment I have Rupees, Euros, Yen, and Central African Franks. If you travel much, in future I'll be happy to pay you in any way you like. I can get money from any country you care to have it from.
"My friends, however, will most likely be paying in US Dollars. They don't travel much, except Kate and, well... for various reasons, she doesn't get into many banks or exchanges."
That is the fanciest thing I've ever heard of in my life.
[Ice Bear has shocked the young girl into silence for nearly half a minute. He should be proud.]
Uhm obviously you're a Mechromancer who builds kickass robots to assist in running your world class restaurant, managing your yarnbombing store, and personal security. It has a rotating axe that it uses to keep the place secure and is resistant to rust from the inevitable spurting of arterial blood that results in axing off limbs.
I'm sure it is possible if you can find the right cow. Or maybe start your own dairy farm, and do your own experiments. [ He thrusts his spoon up in the air. ] You don't even have to use cows.
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"Thanks?"
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[There is a child hugging Ice Bear's leg. She'd hug his waist but she's pretty short being a human child and all.]
You are adorable and deadly and I wanna hug you aaaaaaa!
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[He extends the tray to her politely.]
"What flavor would you like? Ice Bear has mostly everything."
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[He somehow doesn't lose his grip on the tray during this impromtu hugging session.]
"Little girl sums up Ice Bear's personality perfectly. Ice Bear could get used to this affection."
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"Ice Bear has been practicing, making homemade ice cream. Would you like some?"
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[Ice Bear is so cool that a child is not taking ice cream samples over talking to him. Turning down sugar means he is the coolest.]
My name's Tina an' I want to be your best friend so baaaaaaaaad.
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[He's going to sit the tray down on a nearby table to give Tina his undivided attention.]
"...Okay. Ice Bear will be your friend." [He can't resist cute kids.] "What kind of friend things does Tina like to do"
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[Tina's quick to hold out her arms. Up! She'd already be climbing up to sit on his shoulder if it was Brick, but she's trying to be polite in regards to her new friend.]
I'm a game master for Bunkers an' Badasses, I host the most exclusive tea parties on Pandora, and I blow lots of stuff up an' sometimes even get paid for it!
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"What kind of game is that? Ice Bear could make the snacks for Tina's tea parties." [His ears twitch a bit upon hearing about explosions.]"Ice Bear likes building robots and making them do things."
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"Ice Bear will impress you with this ice cream. Homemade. Fresh milk and ingredients." [In other words, his work will hopefully impress you, sir.] "Choose whatever flavor you want."
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It's too much dessert for a common bear to handle. Only a genius such I can safely handle so much flavour.
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Of course, though I do wonder what flavor it is you're serving. I could only imagine the limited amount of flavors one would have access to high up in The Arctic.
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[That gives him a lot more ingredients to work with, thankfully. It look like a wide assortment of flavors await The Doctor, ranging from strawberry to cookie dough to key lime pie.]
"Ice Bear would like your constructive feedback on the ice cream."
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"Ice Bear is not a common bear. Ice Bear will not let you take credit for Ice Bear's hard work."
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"I don't suppose you have mint, sir? I do have a soft spot for mint..."
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[How many people can say they've got a literal meat shield for a brother figure and now a frickin' polar bear as a best friend/mount/throne? Tina is obviously The Best. But she's more interested in learning about her new ursine best friend.]
It's a tabletop role playing game. I make up adventures for my friends to go on and be awesome and stuff. Can you make crumpets? They're my favorite.
[But oooooh, robots!]
Ice. My man. Listen. You gotta let me put a rocket launcher on your robot. You'd have the best damn security on the planet.
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[He's just going to stand there and look cute.]
"Ice Bear has a bad experience when someone touched Ice Bear's roomba. Ice Bear will have to think about this proposition."
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[Politely, he hands Watson a sample bowl, but something looks different about the ice cream. For starters, it's not the typical bright green color mint ice cream, but instead a light white color.]
"Ice Bear used an infusion technique, drizzled in chocolate as well. Please let Ice Bear know your thoughts."
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[He bows his head in gratitude and his ears twitch upon receiving the compliment. Somebear is not used to those kind words.]
"Ice Bear is humbled by your words."
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[He doesn't show it, but he seems to be enjoying this conversation with James quite a lot.]
"Ice Bear can trying making food for you sometime. What kind of meals do you like?"
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"What do you think is a fair price? Ice Bear has plenty made up."
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He doesn't go on a tirade about people not accepting each other, or elaborate on the idea of leaving behind friends who don't support you, instead stopping to consider the issue of price.
"Well, I'd pay five or six US dollars for a pint of good ice-cream at a grocery store, and somewhat more at a small, privately-owned shop. Do you find $8 a pint reasonable?"
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[ The Doctor leans over and he looks at the flavors Ice Bear has to offer him. He mmms to himself, and he picks up a bowl of Mint Chocolate Chip. He looks at his trusty spoon, and he goes to dig in. Lifting the spoon up with a clump of ice cream on it, The Doctor inspects it closely. ]
So far, it looks good. Now here is the tricky part. The taste and the texture. To be the most delightful bowl of ice cream it must be creamy and tasty. [ He finally thrusts the spoon into his mouth. He swishes his mouth about. Wait for it. Wait for it. ]
Not bad. Not bad. It can still stand to be a tad bit creamier.
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"Thanks! This is wonderful by the way!"
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[She leans forward on her Bear-shoulder-seat so she can look Ice Bear in the eye.]
That's the great thing, you can be whatever you want! So if you always wanted to know what it was like to be a fearsome wielder of mysterious elemental mojo you can be a badass Siren warrior princess. Or if you feel like going full metal zenjacket you can be a droid or maybe just a guy in a mechsuit with social issues who's a badass ninja samurai hybrid!
[She's talking quickly but with a lot of excitement. This is clearly something she's passionate about.]
Plus lots more. I can help you think of a kickass class. What kind of stuff do you like? I can tailor make one to you.
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Ice Bear likes cooking, axes, knitting, robot building. What class can Tina make from that?
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[He watches The Doctor sample his ice cream and upon hearing the feedback, he doesn't seem upset. Instead, he nods a little, looking at the ice cream sample carefully.]
Ice Bear will need to work on that then. Come up with a creamy ice cream that doesn't lose flavor.
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[He doesn't want to go off on a wild tangent about how people are un-accepting of a walking, talking polar bear.]
"That is fine. Give Ice Bear a few minutes." [Without much of a warning, he walks off, returning a few minutes later with a bag slung over his back. It's one of those carrying cases that keeps cool things cold for hours on end. He offers the bag to Watson, even before receiving payment.]
"Mint chip for you."
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[He bows his head politely.]
"Ice Bear can give you some to take home, if you would like."
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Smiling, he pulls out his wallet, leafing through bills from at least three different countries before he find his United States currency and fishes out several twenties.
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[Woah. He stares at the different types of bills curiously.] "Ice Bear wants to know if you travel much. Based on money types." [He'll gratefully take any sort of payment, but American currency is a plus.]
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"My friends, however, will most likely be paying in US Dollars. They don't travel much, except Kate and, well... for various reasons, she doesn't get into many banks or exchanges."
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[Ice Bear has shocked the young girl into silence for nearly half a minute. He should be proud.]
Uhm obviously you're a Mechromancer who builds kickass robots to assist in running your world class restaurant, managing your yarnbombing store, and personal security. It has a rotating axe that it uses to keep the place secure and is resistant to rust from the inevitable spurting of arterial blood that results in axing off limbs.
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[ The Doctor nods his head about the ice cream. ]
I'm sure it is possible if you can find the right cow. Or maybe start your own dairy farm, and do your own experiments. [ He thrusts his spoon up in the air. ] You don't even have to use cows.