[She grabs the scoop, carefully measuring it out and dumping the ice into the drink they've been making. Some of it splashes due to her haste, but thankfully not much, and she winces a little as she snags the rest of the ice to put it into the freezer.
... A goal and an ideal, huh? She can't help but wonder which of her aspirations is the goal, and which the ideal. They'd both felt equally impossible for so long.
She returns from the freezer, leaning against the counter.]
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... A goal and an ideal, huh? She can't help but wonder which of her aspirations is the goal, and which the ideal. They'd both felt equally impossible for so long.
She returns from the freezer, leaning against the counter.]
Then... what's your goal?