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[quipsandthwips]

Exactly! I've seen some great Spider-Man comics from the kids!

[IT'S ALWAYS A SOURCE OF GREAT PRIDE!]

Not gonna lie, it really feels good to avoid public transit most of the time. I'd rather not sit on gum for the umpteenth time. Well, you can only hope it's gum. [He holds up his wrists, so she can see the webshooters.] They also help me be completely lazy, to be honest. Why go across the room for my third bag of gummy bears when I could just —

[He thwips a web, and in a blink-and-you'll-miss-it, he's suddenly got a salt shaker from the other side of the diner.]

... I should probably just cross the room, but c'mon.

[phaseflex]

[she can't help but burst out laughing at his use of the thwip, covering her face with a hand.]

Peter! Ah, no, I understand! I never liked the public transport part of it either. Especially when people wised up and stopped doing their crime near fast travel stations! I was tracking across half the planet, once. Idiots slipped down some stairs in the end, I didn't even get him myself.

[there's a short pause as she looks around, then ends up focusing on the empty table next to them. her tattoos glow as she focuses and...

a fist bursts out the ground and sends the chair flying up into the air. delicate things are not her speciality.]

...Ah.

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[quipsandthwips]

... You ever consider a professional career in baseball?

[phaseflex]

[amara drops her head into her hands as the chair clatters down onto the floor. someone behind the counter complains loudly about sleepers and demands she pays for it.]

...I don't get that one.

[quipsandthwips]

[Peter distinctly ignores the townsperson. As one should, in 99% of situations.]

... We're gonna have to introduce you to it.

How do you feel about hitting balls with big sticks?

[phaseflex]

[she briefly and fondly thinks back to both ellie and mad moxxi asking her to shoot a pain in the ass bandit in the dick for them, both on different occasions. like mother like daughter.]

Yours or someone else's?

[she walked right into that and she doesn't even care.]

I wouldn't mind it. I haven't had a chance to play some proper sportsball in a while.

[quipsandthwips]

[................... He closes his legs protectively under the table.]

That settles it! We should absolutely play some baseball.

...

With a literal baseball. Made out of cork and yarn and cowhide.

We'll need a team. A b-ball crew.

[Yeah, okay, people use that term for basketball hE DOESN'T CARE.]

[phaseflex]

[it's okay, peter. you're still a bad bitch in her eyes. you and all your lame words you say.]

What about your boyfriend? I haven't got to meet him yet.

[quipsandthwips]

Who, Wade? That boyfriend?

[hardy har harrrr, he's a hoot]

I think he'd have a blast. He's always got a lot of pent-up chaotic energy to get out.

[phaseflex]

If you have a load of others, I want to meet them too.

[hilarious. JUST HILARIOUS.]

It's a date, then. [a beat.] Wait, how many people do we need for b-ball again?

[EARTH STUFF HARD]

[quipsandthwips]

Oh, I have so many girlfriends and boyfriends.

And only two arms to hug them all with!

[He waggles his hands, like the big doofus he is.]

... I'm pretty sure you need nine people a team.

[phaseflex]

Here I am with eight arms and only one ex-husband.

[nine people, huh? so they need eight more each?]

...I don't think I even know eight other people here yet. At least, ones capable of playing.