[He needs to keep buff okay, don't mock his food intake.]
Maybe we can just have something home cooked between the both of us. [If she trusts him in the kitchen with big pointy things that stab people, especially while he's still winding down from a lengthy mission of survival.]
[She doesn't! She just wants to make sure he's okay, a'ight.]
Oh? How domestic. [Teasing, but only to cover up how much this pleases her. She'll give him something less likely to involve her death to do, however.]
Nothing wrong with a little domestic enjoyment every now and then, darling. Especially not when my second favourite girl is involved. [The first favourite isn't human.]
I can tell when you're intentionally baiting me to start something. [She suspects it is Pussy, but still. Wow, jerk.
When the waitress returns, Zatanna pays the bill with a more than ample tip. She slides her legs forward, her feet hitting the bottom of the opposite booth before she brings them back in and gets to her feet.]
[James is just starting to slide his card out when Zee pays instead. He would object, but he doesn't want to start an argument, especially when she's perfectly capable of paying for the two of them. Equal opportunities means she can be the gentleman too.]
You're still the most gorgeous and the best of my girls, but you don't rub against me and lay in my lap just because I occasionally feed you.
[She did it to be obnoxious, anyway. They were both perfectly well-off that a breakfast at a greasy spoon wasn't going to break their bank accounts. Plus, he deserved to be treated after all of this.
She leans in, hands pressed against the table still.] There are other things I'd rather do in your lap than lay down. [Her lips twitch into a smirk as she pulls away, heading off toward the exit. Always leave 'em wanting more is one of the most basic rules of magic.]
[Well. That's just teasing. And not fair because he wants her in his lap nooooow. With a grunt of effort he drags himself to his feet and trails after to her, hands in pockets. His paces quickens just slightly to catch up.] Back to bed, then?
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Maybe we can just have something home cooked between the both of us. [If she trusts him in the kitchen with big pointy things that stab people, especially while he's still winding down from a lengthy mission of survival.]
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Oh? How domestic. [Teasing, but only to cover up how much this pleases her. She'll give him something less likely to involve her death to do, however.]
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When the waitress returns, Zatanna pays the bill with a more than ample tip. She slides her legs forward, her feet hitting the bottom of the opposite booth before she brings them back in and gets to her feet.]
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You're still the most gorgeous and the best of my girls, but you don't rub against me and lay in my lap just because I occasionally feed you.
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She leans in, hands pressed against the table still.] There are other things I'd rather do in your lap than lay down. [Her lips twitch into a smirk as she pulls away, heading off toward the exit. Always leave 'em wanting more is one of the most basic rules of magic.]
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