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[luthored]

[Dick Grayson]

I know you have enough on your plate right now because of the situation with Damian, but when you have the time I would like to talk. About several things, really, but the most prominent point will probably be our marriage.

I went and checked, and since you're back with your memories, our marriage license has been officially renewed.

[/Dick Grayson]

[Damian Wayne]

How long has it been since you've come over?

[/Damian Wayne]

[Clark Kent]

What you said was

Who's that boy?

Why haven't you

[/Clark Kent]

[ Okay forget it, she's crossing out that filter and giving up on it. Not ready yet! DIAF Clark Kent. ]

( filter; FRIENDS )

[ dictated; and acquaintances count too of course! ]

I have some news that's ridiculously unimportant in the big scheme of Paradisa Announcements, but it's been enough years that I think I can be happy to say that I got a promotion!

I won't bore anyone with the details of why [ because they involve a death that happened awhile back and that's just a debbie downer ] but I've been acting as temporary assistant-manager at the restaurant for awhile now, and they were supposed to find a replacement. But the acting manager admitted to not wanting to be in that position, since they had originally just been assisting.

So I'm now officially the manager of Il Cappricio. ...Like I said, it's not a big deal, but I'm celebrating anyway. If anyone wants to come by the restaurant tonight, drinks are on me. I'll be here late finishing up the paperwork, anyway.

Comments

Damian

[luthored]

Well between the two of us we could probably manage it.

But it doesn't have to be girly. I just mean for you to hang out for longer than a meal or a movie.

Lana

[heirdom]

[A hesitation. He's not really sure what Lana expects to talk about for that long, and he'd miss patrol, and in so many ways he is utterly distrusting of adults right now.]

I don't want to sleep over, but I'll visit.

Damian

[luthored]

[ Shot down! No she's not surprised, that is Damian. Especially right now, she's expecting to be tested. ]

That's fine. What day do you want to come over?

Lana

[heirdom]

I can make time, so whenever works for you.

Damian

[luthored]

I think I'm getting Sansa this weekend, so maybe Monday or Tuesday?

Lana

[heirdom]

Sansa is that dinosaur, right?

[sigh, shuffling around in background.]

Tuesday works.

Damian

[luthored]

Yes. And I'm sure you don't want her chewing on your things.

Okay, then. Drop by any time, I don't work that day.

Lana

[heirdom]

No. I hate little animals. Especially ones that are supposed to be extinct.

I'll be there sometime in the afternoon, then. [After his nap.]

BELATED ACTION FOR TUESDAY?

[luthored]

[ Lana will be at her house during the afternoon for sure, then. She really only has grocery shopping to do in the morning and then she's good. ]

aww yeah

[heirdom]

[Damian makes his way there via rooftop express, despite being in civilian clothes. It's a little bitter in the winter –– slippery conditions, and harder to find secure places to fix his line –– but he makes it in good time, ending up on the roof of the house. He tromps around for a second, finding the best place to belay himself down.

He touched down on the doorstep, and once he had reeled in his line again, he knocked.]

[luthored]

[ Hearing noise on one's roof is pretty alarming, all things considered. Even if she knows Damian should be arriving soon, she doesn't quite piece two and two together until she sees him at her door via the security camera.

Shadow, of course, is in a bit of a tizzy. Thanks, Damian.

Hurrying down the stairs to the office space below, Lana unlocks and opens the door, stepping aside so he can get in out of the cold. ]

Damian, did you roof hop here?

[heirdom]

[He steps in, but he gives the dog a wary look -- he's pretty sure it weighs as much as he does, and he doesn't like big dogs any more than he likes little dogs. Especially not when they're excitable.

Damian clips the line to the back of his belt.]

It's faster than walking.

[luthored]

How? How is it faster than walking?

[ NO COMPRENDE. Slanted, icy rooftops? Having to jump between them? ]

[heirdom]

[He shrugs.]

You can go in a straight line instead of zigzagging through streets. You just have to be careful of ice.

[He gives her a suspicious look. It's hard to not feel prickly and suspicious of adults and their motives these days.]

So what?

[luthored]

You might crack your skull open, that's 'so what'.

[ But she didn't invite him over to lecture him, so she just drops it for now and leads the way upstairs. ]

Thirsty?

[heirdom]

I've had worse happen.

[Sadly true. He follows her, thinking about the question. Eternal pickiness kicks in.]

What do you have?

[luthored]

[ That isn't a very reassuring response, and she has to work to keep the smile on her face as she walks over to the kitchen. ]

I don't know. Let's see.

[ Opening the fridge a crack, aaaand... Fudgesicle. What is one of Damon's blood packs still doing there? No, don't joke offer that to a child, Lana. Just don't. The wine is obviously off limits, too.

The pack's getting shoved discreetly in the vegetable drawer. ]

I have Coke, 7-Up, and iced tea. I can make something for you, too, if you want a hot drink.

[heirdom]

[He narrows his eyes, peering around her to watch her try to shove something aside without catching his attention. Hmm. He'll wait until she's distracted and then look for himself.]

Iced tea. [Pause.] Please.

[luthored]

[ Oh, manners! She's delighted, her smile more genuine again as she pulls out the pitcher to fill a glass for him. ]

You got it. So how was your morning?

[heirdom]

[He frowns.]

Boring.

[He and Dick still aren't talking too much, and all...]

[luthored]

I get the feeling that's the story of your life right now, huh?

[ Ever since the Batfam cracked down, that is. ]

[heirdom]

Sometimes. [He pauses.] No, most of the time. Hush screwed everything up, and it wasn't even good to begin with. Not that it's ever good.

[He leans against the counter.]

How have you been?

[luthored]

[ And for the billionth time, she has to resist the urge to hug the life out of him at the reminder. The iced tea's handed over to him. ]

Not exactly bored. But I wouldn't say anything exciting has actually happened to me.

Are your activities still being restricted, or is Dick...um, letting you do what you will? [ 'Avoiding the matter' she wants to say. ]

[heirdom]

Dick's mad at what I did, so... [shrug]

[luthored]

But what is he doing about it?

[ Or is he just avoidin? Lana bites her tongue and perches on a stool. ]

I mean... Have you two had the chance to talk?