Satiated and invigorated by their delicious lunch, Noah and Arthur stepped back out onto the bustling street. The afternoon sun cast long shadows, painting the city in a warm, golden glow. Their bodies still buzzed with the after-effects of their intense workout, a pleasant ache that spoke of muscles pushed and limits tested.
"So," Noah began, a playful glint in his eyes, "ready for some dessert to counteract all those healthy choices we just made?"
Arthur chuckled, a hint of amusement dancing in his gaze.
"Always up for a challenge, Noah. But let's not overdo it, alright? We don't want to negate all that hard work at Ironhaven."
A mischievous grin spread across Noah's face. "Don't worry, buddy. I know just the place. A little local gem that offers the perfect balance – delicious ice cream without the sugar overload."
