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[outstandingbalance]

Who: Natasha Romanoff + you (+ maybe some Bucky Barnes)
Broadcast: Video
Action: Mostly no, but we could work something out.
When: Now

[The video feed start, focusing tightly on Natasha's face, the only visible backdrop a rather generic portion of cabin wall.]

So checking the date, seems like it's been a while. Nice to see everyone's back in the air. Hopefully in one piece. I see a few people have left.

Anyone want to fill me in on the important details? Or should we let sleeping dogs—

[The sound of a door cuts her off the, and Natasha looks up. Whoever she sees, her expression softens. She smiles slightly, lifting her chin slightly and turning her head to catch a kiss from some loser tall enough that only the lower half of his face makes it in the frame. The stubble on his chin and the shape of his mouth might be enough to identify him though.]

A lot of catching up to d—

[Suddenly the feed cuts out.]

Comments

[outstandingbalance]

You're telling me Daxamites don't like puppies? That is pretty low.

[spacebro]

Nice try. We didn't have puppies.

[outstandingbalance]

Right, right. Not even alien puppies.

[spacebro]

Well, we don't call them that. Not everything is about Earth, you know. [Teasing.]

[outstandingbalance]

Puppies aren't about Earth. Everywhere has babies. They just call them different things.

[spacebro]

I didn't realize puppies had become stand ins for deeper philosophical constructs.

[outstandingbalance]

I wouldn't say philosophical constructs. More... an analogue for any cute, affectionate thing.

[spacebro]

Well, next time I'll definitely know what puppies mean when it comes up now.