You know at first I thought ‘flower crown’ but that’s so overdone. I was thinking something like a crown. Or one of those Disney Princess tiaras I haven’t quite decided yet. [the extent to which he’s having a laugh over this extended joke is unbelievable.]
Disney Princess tiara, you can never go wrong with those. You can even coordinate with it if you’re feeling a little daring. [She keeps the laugh threatening to spill, back, her grin only widening a fraction more as any indication of it]
Model employee, as usual Ms. Hardy.
Oh you know me, Mr. Osborn. I can’t help but give you and the company my best~
So what’s the hat you’re considering, sir?
Okay so new rule. From now on, everyone who works at Oscorp needs to come to work wearing an extravagant hat. Starting Monday, anyone who comes in not wearing a funny hat will be fired on sight.
[sits there at the head of the table with a pursed lips smile awaiting reactions]
I— [She frowns for a split second, brow furrowing with the action until it’s smoothed away with amused thoughtfulness.] Well, I guess I’ll go with a derby hat myself, those are already extravagant enough as it is.
—Street camera? [ Pausing a moment, she looks back and shrugs. ] I hardly think it matters, they couldn’t catch me even if they tried.
Well let’s see, you’re blue, bald-headed, and the store and street cams both got you. If that radio was worth it and if they really wanted to, I’ve got a feeling they could find you without too much of a fuss, Blue.
Nope ! I’m 25 as of last week and he’s 29 as of this week, so only a four year difference~
[ Inspects a stereo in a storefront window, turning it over in her hands for a moment before shrugging, tucking it under her arm, and walking away. ]
Be a little more obvious about it, why don’t ya. I don’t think the other street camera got you.
[ He makes a face that says ‘Fair enough’ for him, accompanying it with a tiny shrug when she states the very true fact that honestly a vast majority of people just didn’t like Fisk. For very good and known reasons. Thankfully he doesn’t need to press that it feels like it’s something specific with her, as she goes on even without his prompting. ]
[ He adds conversationally at the comment of the lack in attempted court ruinations. There’s a slyness to his voice, he doesn’t hide that he’d like to try a hand at something along that ilk, giving it a very casual edge as he starts rolling a tablet stylus back and forth along the desk with his forefinger, watching it as opposed to her even as she speaks. Only when she finishes does he look up at her again. ]
Well isn’t that something…
[ He starts with, smirking slightly. He’s grateful she gave him enough credit to divulge even that much. He doesn’t need details. Not right now. But even that much confirmed something he’d been wondering, and that? That was exciting… ]
I don’t imagine Fisk went with ‘forgive and forget’. I mean, it’s Fisk, right…? I wouldn’t be surprised if he was still chasing you up about that even now…
But that’s pretty admirable. You know. [back to rolling the stylus] Not many people even think to try and take on the Corporate Bigs. A for effort, really…
Just a shame you couldn’t go all the way. He’s coming back big time. Buying up Manhattan property left and right, securing deals with a number of ‘insurance companies’… I don’t like it. In fact, I think I’d like that to stop.
[He would have found out eventually, somehow in some way. She didn’t know his level of tech expertise, but she knew he had enough money that if he was really curious, he could find out more than she might have divulged. At the ‘forgive and forget’ she couldn’t help the snort that escaped and the dark, wry look that accompanied it.] And I’ve got the scars to prove it.
[It’s muttered under her breath. She shakes her head at the thought of Fisk still following her — she wouldn’t deny it being possible, she just wasn’t pleased about it. He knew she was involved with Johnny, so there wasn’t a doubt in her mind that he knew where to find her and that he could very well be biding his time, after all how could he hope to attack the residents of the Baxter Building and succeed?] I have my ways to stay off the radar. I wouldn’t make it to 25 otherwise. [There it is again, that wry smirk.] I’ve been keeping tabs on him, believe me, I have the will but I don’t exactly have the way to conquer all that because he’d know it was me.
[Johnny laughs, attempting weakly to reach up and wipe the whipped cream from his face but doubling over in laughter at her expression instead. He holds out a precautionary hand in case she decides to settle this with a punch as he sucks in a deep breath in attempt to calm himself] That — I mean, priceless. That was great. Already the best birthday ever.
[She licks her lips, attempting a serious expression only for the smile to remain firmly in place.] You’re lucky I love you, birthday boy. [The whipped cream is starting to dry, the stickiness settling in which only makes her scrunch her face.] I’m gonna go [she circles her face with her hand] deal with this.
[She leaves for the kitchen running the water to give her face and hands a cursory wash before something comes to mind and with a smirk, she grabs something from the fridge. She wets a tea towel for Johnny and heads back, offering it to him while the other item is hid behind her back] You got a little something on your face. [she waits for him to grab the towel, even lets him wipe at his face a bit before taking the chance to spray more whipped cream on him the second the towel’s down. she darts away with a laugh at the new whipped cream on his face]