[ Felicia knows he needs a vacation. Even if prior to their eggscapade, Felicia doesn't even remember the last time he went on vacation? Left the city on non-arachnid business? He dismissed her desires to slide down to Nassau multiple times, ignored her talks of Paris and how beautiful it would be to sit at the very top of that landmark tower... One day, she'll succeed in letting him pretend to live like the 1%.
By the time she returns to him with the glass of wine, she isn't going to prod him too much about her thoughts on how wound up he tended to get. ]
What? I'm charitable. You bring the snacks, I bring the 'sip'. You're my guest, y'know.
[ Watching him sip definitely does present a show on its own. She doesn't proceed drinking herself, doesn't take another bite of her toast. He seemed like a kid wanting to take a sip of mom's wine for the first time. ]
It's sweet! It's not moscato, sure, but – [ She defends her taste, refined by years of socializing with upperclass if only to garner her own socialite life – to throw people off her scent. Felicia winces at his words, falling for his rambles and stories like she always does. He has a way with words, that gets her out of her head and let's her see the world in something... good-natured? Funny? Who knew. ] Okay, okay, first of all...
[ A finger point. ]
Can't chase past Felicia down for crimes. I think slinging around the city with you let me get my volunteer hours. Redemption, whatever you want to call it. [ She makes up her own rules, but, she gets away with it with a flutter of those pretty green eyes. ] Secondly? That is a total scam. At least I thieved and sold to make myself feel better.
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By the time she returns to him with the glass of wine, she isn't going to prod him too much about her thoughts on how wound up he tended to get. ]
What? I'm charitable. You bring the snacks, I bring the 'sip'. You're my guest, y'know.
[ Watching him sip definitely does present a show on its own. She doesn't proceed drinking herself, doesn't take another bite of her toast. He seemed like a kid wanting to take a sip of mom's wine for the first time. ]
It's sweet! It's not moscato, sure, but – [ She defends her taste, refined by years of socializing with upperclass if only to garner her own socialite life – to throw people off her scent. Felicia winces at his words, falling for his rambles and stories like she always does. He has a way with words, that gets her out of her head and let's her see the world in something... good-natured? Funny? Who knew. ] Okay, okay, first of all...
[ A finger point. ]
Can't chase past Felicia down for crimes. I think slinging around the city with you let me get my volunteer hours. Redemption, whatever you want to call it. [ She makes up her own rules, but, she gets away with it with a flutter of those pretty green eyes. ] Secondly? That is a total scam. At least I thieved and sold to make myself feel better.
[ She mumbles into a bite of her toast: ]
Bet he just did it to prove a point.