Title: Ice Cream Castles
Summary: "Rows and flows of angel hair, And ice cream castles in the air, And feather canyons everywhere." Bit of fluff after listening to Joni Mitchell.
Spoilers: Absolutely nothing.
Characters: Sam, Margaret, Josh, Donna and Leo
Rating: G
Disclaimer: They all belong to Aaron Sorkin, NBC, John Wells and many others who aren't me.

"It's a cat."


"Just there."

Margaret tilted her head and squinted to get a better lookay. "Oh yeah, so it is."

"That's not a cat," Sam argued.

"Sure it is, look you can see its ears," Donna replied.

"Looks more like a squirrel," Josh told them. "It's got a bushy tail."

"Could be a Persian," Donna replied.

"There's a boat," Sam pointed to the 'boat'.

"Trust you to find a boat," Josh smiled.

"It's a boat, it's got funnels."

"Ahh it's a steamer," Donna grinned.

"Well what do you think this is?" Margaret asked and they all looked to where she was pointing.

"A tortoise," Sam suggested.

"It's a car," Josh told them.

"A car?" Donna asked with a grin.

"Yeah, like the ones you use to draw in school," Josh replied.

"Okay," Donna smiled indulgently at her boss.

"It's a tortoise," Sam repeated. He turned his head sideways and saw a pair of shoes and trousers at the side of him. He sat up quickly, "Leo," he stammered, nudging Josh.

"Busy?" Leo asked.

"We were just," Josh began and then stopped, wondering quite how to explain four White House staffers lying on the ground staring up at the sky. "We're coming back in now."

"We were cloud watching," Margaret supplied.

"And the country's in safe hands," Leo muttered.