I was sitting at home a few days ago with two things in mind. One, I was facing a huge decision in my life and didn't know which option to choose and two, I really, really wanted some sugar. It got me thinking about how food can be a metaphor for things that happen in our lives. This story is the result of my pondering.

I'm not sure how long it will be but as of now I have written three parts and will update them periodically.

Thanks for reading, and long live digimon!

-Xanpluto

Part One: Ice Cream

"Kari, have you ever had to make a really tough decision?" Tk asked as he and Kari sat on a bench in the park eating ice cream. His face peered up at the sky thoughtfully, so thoughtfully that his ice cream was starting to drip on his hand.

"Well, I had to decide weather I wanted chocolate or vanilla ice cream." Kari said then rethought what she'd just said, "But that's not really too tough."

"Because you love chocolate?" Tk asked still letting his ice cream drip on his fingers.

Kari answered simply, "Yes."

There was silence for a few long moments then Tk began a little more passionately, "Chocolate has always been great for you; you absolutely love it. But, have you ever thought about how versatile vanilla is? Vanilla ice cream is used for root beer floats, is more common for sundaes, is better with apple pie, and is generally a good base for all flavors of syrups. Vanilla has nearly endless potential. Therefore, if you had to choose something you love, chocolate, or something with more prospects, vanilla, which would you choose?" Tk finally looked down, not at his ice cream, but deep into Kari's eyes waiting for an answer. She stumbled to get it.

"I don't know...vanilla is good and all but I...I really, really like chocolate."

Tk's normally cheery face turned a bit into a frown, "Oh."

"What about you, Tk? Are you happy with your chocolate ice cream?"

Tk finally looked at his gooey hand and sighed, "I don't know. Now that I have chocolate I can only think about vanilla.

"We can always go back." Kari said. She didn't quite understand Tk's sudden gloomy mood. He was usual for him.

"But if I go back it might be awkward or the shop keeper might think I'm a pig for having so much ice cream. It's not easy to change or undo an action."

"That's just silly," Kari said with a pat on his arm, "he's just going to be happy you came back to do more business."

"Is that how you would feel?" Tk asked in a serious voice while piercing Kari's eyes with his own. Kari was a bit taken aback.

"What do you mean?"

"If I left but came back you would be happy."

"I suppose so." Kari said unsurely, "Where are you going with this, Tk? You're acting strange."

Tk broke eye contact with her and focused somewhere off in the distance. When he spoke his voice was soft but unemotional. "I got offered a full scholarship at an America University. I've got to make a decision by 3 o'clock tomorrow."

"What?" Kari asked shocked. "How long have you known?"

"A little over a day."

"That's an amazing opportunity. What are you going to do?" Kari asked in full excitement. She didn't quite understand Tk's turmoil until his next reply.

"I don't know. What should we do?"

"Oh." Kari said as the situation finally hit her. America was really far away; she'd hardly ever see Tk. Their friendship had been progressing quite rapidly over the last few years and they were nearly on the brink of having an actual romantic relationship. They both loved each other as friends but there was potential for more assuming, of course, they continued to spend time with each other.

"Chocolate or vanilla?" Tk muttered to himself in an exhausted voice. For a while neither of them spoke. Both were running down a dozen trails of thought trying to come to the right answer. Finally, Kari thought she may have found it.

"You can have both: it's called a swirl."

Tk gave a slight smile, "You really think it's that easy?"

Kari was thoughtful but eventually laid her hand on top of his, "No, but I think it's worth a try."

TK quite spontaneously leaned closer to Kari's face and held his lips against hers for a quick moment. "Thanks."

She flushed, "You're welcome."

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