“I'll get two scoops o—” I begin. “Two vanilla cones please,” Cody says pointedly, cutting me off, ordering not only for himself but for me as well. Oh, I don't think so. “Just one vanilla cone, actually. I'll have two scoops of bubblegum.” I smile at the girl, ignoring Cody and stand off to the side. Mister Pushy can pick up the bill.
