It was quite the strange thing. You see, somehow instead of the heat of the room melting the ice cream, something internal caused the liquidfication. In fact, the surface almost seemed to bubble.
Out of the quasi-lava, large orange spikes broke the surface. Bright green eyes marked with tiny tattoos blinked at the surrounding kitchen. And then he smirked. With a small cackle, he snapped his figners with a small spark.
Jalapeno has become a Baby!
