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Oct. 14th, 2020 at 9:06 PM
Who: Kate Bishop and Stephen Strange
When: Wednesday Evening; Oct 14
Where: Stephen's Room
What:Hot Coffee A promised coffee date.
Warnings: Oh, you know. Stuff. Things. People.
"Coffee delivery!"
Kate used her foot to knock twice on the door. In her hands, she balanced a box filled with the necessary equipment. Freshly-ground coffee, a glass flask, a glass pitcher, and some filter papers. She had had half a mind to bring mugs but surely he would have those. If not, magic was a handy thing! Creating a mug wasn't that bad, right?
It wasn't as though Kate would be asking for something inconceivable. She had a basic idea of how magic worked thanks to Billy after all. It always all came with a price as most things did.
"Strange, open up! This box is stupid heavy and if I drop this coffee on the floor, you owe me, at least, forty bucks."
Maybe not exactly forty but close enough. Kate gave the door another light kick as if to make a point.
When: Wednesday Evening; Oct 14
Where: Stephen's Room
What:
Warnings: Oh, you know. Stuff. Things. People.
"Coffee delivery!"
Kate used her foot to knock twice on the door. In her hands, she balanced a box filled with the necessary equipment. Freshly-ground coffee, a glass flask, a glass pitcher, and some filter papers. She had had half a mind to bring mugs but surely he would have those. If not, magic was a handy thing! Creating a mug wasn't that bad, right?
It wasn't as though Kate would be asking for something inconceivable. She had a basic idea of how magic worked thanks to Billy after all. It always all came with a price as most things did.
"Strange, open up! This box is stupid heavy and if I drop this coffee on the floor, you owe me, at least, forty bucks."
Maybe not exactly forty but close enough. Kate gave the door another light kick as if to make a point.
Comments
Somehow, he felt like he should have. Kate Bishop seemed a determined sort. The kind who burst into your life whether you wanted her to or not. And he wasn't mad about it or anything, surprised, maybe a sliver of annoyed, but not mad. It was just, she reminded him a lot of Christine that way. And that wasn't a reminder Stephen needed just then.
The Cloak peeked around the corner and he gave it a stern look. "Don't do anything stupid." Was he talking to the Cloak or himself? The world may never know. Opening the door, he lifted his eyebrows, mostly out of sheer amusement. "Do I want to ask what exactly this is?" But he didn't need to. The smell of freshly ground coffee hit him quickly enough. "I see."
Without being asked, he opened the door the rest of the way and ushered her in. "Next question, how do you even know where I live?" If Stark's technology had some sort of directory, he'd have to have a chat with the weird scientist.
The question was rhetorical, especially with Kate. Sitting and waiting were things she never did well. Making a solid plan was one thing. Doing nothing in a familiar yet strange place? Oh, no. Kate made it her job to know the building and the people who were inhabiting it.
In between fighting the creepy villains lurking throughout the city every so often of course. She'd come across another vampire after handling Leatherface the other day, and it had irked her more than anything. She was so over vampires.
"I'm going to need hot water and I'm hoping you have mugs. Also, a nice stable surface. This isn't your grandmother's percolator coffee after all." Kate had had half a mind to bring a Keurig with her, but she wasn't about to spend that kind of money. Not yet anyway.
Actual portals, not whatever this was that Stark and Banner had made. A wormhole, perhaps.
"Why wouldn't I have mugs, Miss Bishop?" He had said he drank tea, after all, and despite popular opinion, not all tea drinkers sat on those fancy Asian tea sets. Though he supposed, given their current 'situation', it was reasonable to assume a lot of them were still patching their new lives together. He made his way to the small kitchenette and pulled out the kettle to start on said hot water.
It was bordering on annoying that he just sort of accepted her walking in and making herself at home. Well. It was better than going out and chasing down Freddie again.
Kate had been preparing the flask with a filter and stirring the coffee when she paused. The snort came without hesitation when she laughed. "Man, I know a lot of dragons, huh?" Among other non-human beings. She probably knew an entire menagerie.
"And while I know dragons, I didn't know if mugs were in your cabinet of belongings. You could be one of those people who drink tea from styrofoam cups." Which he wasn't, Kate knew. One didn't even need to assume. It was just known. Unlike Kate not owning any decent mugs. That was on the list, though.
"What about pop tarts? Are you a fan?"