[ In the words of Forrest Gump: they went together like peas and carrots. She piggybacks off his joke, making sure she jabs her own like the petty kitty cat she is. ]
I don't even know what your day gig is anymore. [ Or even much of their lives outside of costume. Not that she minds it now that she's older... wiser... and still having a special place for him in that hot/cold heart of hers. They just don't cross paths (unfortunately) enough in this busy city when the leather and spandex were off. ] But, apparently you don't even have time to binge a season or three. Typical.
[ They were onto business, though. Puns and all. Eggcelent puns. ]
...You learned that from Trivia Night, didn't you?
[ Or Facebook, one or the other. Either way. She's curious on something – why would something that was seemingly not an expensive jewelled egg or piece of art be here? It had to have its place in history and it frustrates her that she doesn't know off the top of her head. Felicia leans back on her legs a bit, silently musing over the options. In reality, it's just luck being unkind and giving them some more reason to stick around here – for, y'know the inevitable. There's no sirens blaring, no crazy sense of urgency. They were two NY heroes, usually hating dealing with the mystical and more along the lines of crime and stupidly animal-themed baddies.
Not including them. ]
Sounds plausible enough. So long as whatever is inside doesn't become a facehugger, I think we're okay. Could just be the fact this is still around that makes it worth something. Lots of things get lost to history. An old Mayan fork sold for close to half a million a few months back... people like the novelty.
[ Ugh, she preferred fine art and jewels, but hey – she doesn't shame.
She gives him a glance through the corner of her eyes, a smile on her face isn't so easy to hide. What is it with cat burglars liking breakfast? ]
Making it sound like old times. Are you still into wheatcakes or are you hoppin' on the keto trend?
[ A light tease, but... they can take a break for a few moments of eggvestigating. ]
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I don't even know what your day gig is anymore. [ Or even much of their lives outside of costume. Not that she minds it now that she's older... wiser... and still having a special place for him in that hot/cold heart of hers. They just don't cross paths (unfortunately) enough in this busy city when the leather and spandex were off. ] But, apparently you don't even have time to binge a season or three. Typical.
[ They were onto business, though. Puns and all. Eggcelent puns. ]
...You learned that from Trivia Night, didn't you?
[ Or Facebook, one or the other. Either way. She's curious on something – why would something that was seemingly not an expensive jewelled egg or piece of art be here? It had to have its place in history and it frustrates her that she doesn't know off the top of her head. Felicia leans back on her legs a bit, silently musing over the options. In reality, it's just luck being unkind and giving them some more reason to stick around here – for, y'know the inevitable. There's no sirens blaring, no crazy sense of urgency. They were two NY heroes, usually hating dealing with the mystical and more along the lines of crime and stupidly animal-themed baddies.
Not including them. ]
Sounds plausible enough. So long as whatever is inside doesn't become a facehugger, I think we're okay. Could just be the fact this is still around that makes it worth something. Lots of things get lost to history. An old Mayan fork sold for close to half a million a few months back... people like the novelty.
[ Ugh, she preferred fine art and jewels, but hey – she doesn't shame.
She gives him a glance through the corner of her eyes, a smile on her face isn't so easy to hide. What is it with cat burglars liking breakfast? ]
Making it sound like old times. Are you still into wheatcakes or are you hoppin' on the keto trend?
[ A light tease, but... they can take a break for a few moments of eggvestigating. ]