Lisa isn't happy to hear about the extra stop, but can hardly argue against getting ice cream without her mother getting concerned. At least the ice cream parlor is by the house.
The pair heads back to the car where Lisa is distressed to be redirected from the passenger seat to the back. Even worse is finding a booster seat waiting for her. As she climbs in, Lisa tries to remember when she stopped needing one. Maybe 11? In any case she was already on the wrong side of middle school.
Lisa kicks her legs nervously as the car pulls away. All she can think about during the drive is getting stuck in traffic and dwindling to babyhood. Thankfully that fear proves unfounded and after a short time, they arrive. Lisa is quick to unbuckle herself and scramble out the door.
"Lisa what have I told you about jumping out of the car? You could get hurt."
Lisa blushes despite herself, "Sorry mom."
"That's more like it let's go get that ice cream."
Hurrying along Lisa wonders if her nervous rush looks like childish excitement to any observers. Her mother wastes no time ordering Lisa's favorite sunday. Obviously she would need to eat as fast as she can, but the treat looks massive right now. Her stress has also completely erased her appetite. Lisa prepares to do what she has to.