C5 P7

"Hey, Santa Fe, what is your favorite flavor of ice cream?"
"I like Burnt Almond Fudge."
"Is that it? Sounds kinda boring."
"That's me. Kinda boring."
"Have you always liked, what was it, burned almond fudge?" Carly asked this with her nose scrunched up.
"Not burned almond. It's burnt almond fudge."
"Oh, excuse me. How could I ever be so improper?"
"I believe that wouldn't be hard for you." It took me several microseconds to realize what had just rolled out of my mouth.
"Thank you very much, Santa Fe."
"I didn't mean it that way." I stammered as I was trying to back pedal my way out of my comment.
"Please share how you meant it."
"I...um...I..."
"I, um , am waiting." She was having too much fun with this. And once again I find myself wondering why did I not keep my mouth shut.
Carly knew I had become frustrated and kept quiet for the rest of the walk to the ice cream shop.
There wasn't many people in line. "Hey, Carly, how ya doin'? The usual?"
"You got it Mike, thanks." Carly replied enthusiastically.