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Who: Kate Bishop and YOU.
Broadcast: Fleetwide.
Action: Lavandula + the Iskaulit.
When: Today

Ow, for futz sake -- [ the feed is shaky, at first -- as though the device and its owner has just fallen from some middling height. but it soon settles steady on an image of kate bishop -- bruised, dirty, but ultimately fine. although she's stubbornly wearing purples more often alligned with the spirit faction, she has alligned herself quite naturally with moxie -- deigning to at least braid white and gold ribbons into her black hair. sitting up on the poorly terra-formed ground, the feed reveals she's dressed in a superbly tailored hawkeye costume made from strong fabrics and flattering lines.

over her shoulder looms lavandula's tower. the intrepid young avenger followed the trills of a mysterious and now finds she herself thoroughtly defeated by the tower's bizarre internal architecture. this isn't the first time she's taken a tumble.

grumpily: ] This place is worse than a funhouse. [ ... ] Paging any and all Fleet folk -- anyone manage to track down this freaky-deaky flute music on Lavandula? All I'm finding are doors shut in my face. Not loving it.

[ LATER, she's back at the rehabilitation centre. she pays her modest fee and gets herself patched up -- bandages and all. so, once she takes a shuttle back to the iskaulit and shows up for work at málum, she's still looking a little worse for wear. take pity on her, málum patrons, because her usual bartender flair is suddenly subdued: she's got one arm in a sling. she'll still serve you, though. and with a smile! ...probably. ]

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Were you climbing?

-- Maybe. I mean, only after the first attempt. The floors inside aren't exactly the sturdiest things.

You could have called me, you know.

Sure. Maybe. [ -- kara's worry is appreciated, but the underlying message chafes. ] But it wasn't the sort of expedition I planned. You know? I heard a noise. I followed it.

[ ... ] No harm, no foul.

Well, some harm.

I just mean I can fly.

[ not much harm. somehow, she figures there's no polite way to remind kara she's a hero in her own right. and that bruises are just bruises -- they heal, and these are certainly nothing to get so...frowny about. ]

Honestly. [ she rubs the back of her neck, a little embarrassed by how much of a thing this has become. ] It's no big deal. How about we just head back and...y'know, grab some coffee or something. You think they do coffee here? Or is that too anti-zen for this crowd?

[ yeah, but you're squishy and fragile ]

Let's find out. If nothing else, maybe some hot chocolate?

With marshmallows.

[ at least her legs are in good working order -- they have a small hike ahead of them to get back into 'town', so to speak. but kate doesn't rush to be flown anywhere, so perhaps a walk will do them some good. ]

Marshmallows would be a must-have.

Obviously.

You know, Earth has the best food.

Right? I am so glad to have that confirmed. What was the food like on Krypton?

Is it weird that I can't remember that well? I guess it was bland, mostly. I ate normally there, because I was normal there, you know?

[ kate shrugs. she won't judge. ]

I guess it's not that weird. Memory's funny like that -- food might not be the thing that sticks with some people. Especially after moving to Earth.

Right. Krypton definitely didn't have pecan pie, and at that point, why even bother?

A penchant for pecan pie, huh? [ a smirk. ] Duly noted.

It's the best dessert in the galaxy.

Important question, though: raisins or no raisins?

Is that a thing people do? I mean, I'm generally in favor of raisins but I don't know that I've had them in pecan pie.

Oh, it gets done. And it ruins everything.

I mean, it's already perfect. Why do anything to it?

-- Okay, so what I've learned is...I know what I'm gonna be doing for your birthday when it next rolls around.

Can I just make up a birthday so you can do that?

C'mon. You must have already picked an Earth birthday. What is it? [ ... ] We can probably approximate it to some kind of communally-accepted calendar for the fleet.

Well, it's [date]. But I still want to make one up. For like, next week.

Next week? [ she's amused. ] Just that eager for pie, huh?

Too desperate?

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