d unearthed from the back of the freezer and three spoons。 “Natie； you’ve got to have a talk with Regina about her ice cream selections。 What happened to the mint chocolate chip？” Blair settled back into bed； loving how she could say whatever she wanted—be whoever she wanted—in front of her two oldest friends。 She hoped no matter what happened； it could always be that way。
“Let’s make a promise！” Serena said spontaneously； as if reading Blair’s mind。 She took a gigantic scoop from the carton； licked her spoon； and held it up。 “No matter who we marry or how many kids we have； we’ll always have slumber parties。”
Blair clinked her spoon against Serena’s。 She took another large scoop of ice cream and bit into it； not caring about the calories or the fact that she was dripping all over herself or that they were acting like a bunch of seventh graders。
“I’m in； but only if I can hold the carton。” Nate grabbed the ice cream and scooped out a large spoonful。 He felt happier than he had in a long time。
Next up： creative use of whipped cream？
a kiss is never just a kiss
Vanessa lay on her bed in the Humphreys’ apartment； Marx by her side and Norma snoring contentedly on the floor。 Norma loved living at the Humphreys’； so at least Vanessa wouldn’t have to worry about finding a home for her while she was in Indonesia。 The dog actually begged for Rufus’s soufflés and other kitchen experiments gone wrong。
Unlike everyone else with a sense of smell。
The only sound in the apartment was the annoying…yet…forting hum of the fluorescent light in the hallway that Rufus always meant to replace but never got around to。 Vanessa typed Indonesia into Google’s search box and pressed enter。 Immediately； maps； travel reviews； and NYTimes。 artic