“It was like Stardew at one point, I had a leg and was using it as a club.” A shudder. She shook herself. Then kissed his cheek. “See you at home?” A beat, she fired a web upwards, then turned to him. “You ever thought about adoption?” And then she was off. Up, up, up, and away!

“Imagine if a stick insect was eight foot tall and walked on two legs, had one set of extra long arms, and a smaller set that looked just a little shower than they should be.” “With parrot-like beaks and two claws on each arm.” “Kinda slimy, too. Just like… damp.”

“You missed giant bugs. No idea what they were, but they STANK when their insides were on the outside. I had to toss one of my suits. And I swear I can still smell it in my hair.” “Got us some bath bombs though, want to get glittery with me?”

“Nah. Deffo quantifier vibes in this situation. You are skibidi, you are not the skibidi.” “I mean, the toilet is skibidi. It’s right there. Skibidi-Toilet, Skibidi-Scarlet.”

“He thinks my place is home. I did catch it, I’m just pretending that I didn’t.”

“You better not have been swinging, mister.” His ribs might feel like they’d take it, but he’d be extra sore tomorrow. And then he’d be pouty about it. “You get the gyros, I’ll get the apple pie from Costco. Because I’m sorry, but their apple pie is fantastic.”

“Skibidi-Scarlet. Skibidi is a quantifier, it has to go before the colour, and I won’t explain.”

“Sure! What are we eating? I’m thinking gyros.” “And apple pie with ice cream.”

Slow inhale. “I don’t know what any of that means, but you look good in a suit.”

“Oh my gawd, Skibidi-Spider has returned.”

"I'm feeling a tingle." "Talk science to me, baby."

"Yeah I guess I clean up okay..."

What a show off. Still, she pops the switch onto charge and then slides into bed. Clean. Dry. Fresh. And promptly curls up, passes out, and dreams of shopping.

Stumbling home and crawling to the shower. Got some bug guts to wash out of my hair. Big, giant, bug guts. There’s some vomit, too. But that’s all mine. From the bug guts.

It’s that time of night. She’s on her suit and pulling on a warm hat, one with the smile Beth top for her ponytail. “Alright, time to go hit bad guys. I love that I get to do what I love.”

Sniggering

"When they give you their special fertilizer, but it's basic."

“I had to fight my demons to be here.” “And a few goons.” “Do we still use that word, or has it been taken over by the horn-dogs?”

“This is the worst point, you feel like you’re all healed up, but you’re not quite there yet. Give it a few days and I’ll be all over your chest like a rash.”

A swallow of tea and her melatonin before she glanced at his chest. “Your ribs, sweetheart.” And she snuggled up against his arm.

“Oooh, sleepy tea?” He knew what she liked. A cup of tea in bed to warm up, melatonin because it was the only way she’d sleep, and a DS9 rewatch. “Come on, lover, let’s snuggle.”

“Your girl?” “Your girl is tired. It’s hard work looking after Queens and you.”

Getting high with the wizard. Gnoshing his magic mushroom tea

“I think he loves me frfr.”

“We make beautiful babies.”

Shh. My baybay

“It’s my LABAYBAY!”

My Labubu

“So, a sneaky fart?”

“It’s not like I can miss you, is it?”

“TRY IT.” “ILL SLING WEBS SO FAR UP YOUR ASS, YOU’LL BE SPEWING OUT …. Poor webs.”

“IT’S MIIIIIIINNNNEEEEEE!!!!”

“YOU WILL NOT!”

“What Labubu heist?!”

"Peter, baby, honey, light of my life...." "Shush." Pinching his lips closed.

"I stole a 24k gold Labubu." "And me, I'm the loose woman!" Like, duh.

"Sudden changes surround me Lady Luck came and found me Thanks a million for making the magic you do!" And a smooch- "Feed me, Seymore!"

"He spent it on Labubu's, fast food, and loose women."

"Are you young, scrappy, and hungry?" "And are you not throwing away your shot?"

There are some nuts, too. Nice little hit of protein and healthy fats. "Sometimes. But you better not get used to it. Might make you soft." Pops a grape between her teeth and bites.

"It's okay, I got croissants and a fruit platter!" "And GIANT COFFEE!" So much coffee. So, so much coffee!

"He's kind and clever, too. I admire that in a man." "Also, a very good father."

“Why’s he kinda cute though?”

“I’m on the nice list.” “I’m always on the nice list.”

“Okay, bed.” As in now. “I hate getting comfy only to move again.”

A whole hour later she was wrapped in her fluffy bathrobe, face beet-red. “You ready to pop your pills? Have you managed to eat something?” “Been drinking plenty?”

"Wow, you know that gives you the Autism, right? You'll have the Autism 3." She wasn't naked, she left that for when she got to the bathroom and closed the door over a little, wanting a little bit of privacy as she stripped and stepped into the bath with a series of squeaks.

"Do you want some more pain meds, or are you saving them for bedtime?" It was important to feel a bit of pain, to stop him from doing himself further damage. But still, seeing him wincing was not fun. The snacks were sat down on the counter, Felicia peeling off her layers.

It was more like thirty minutes by the time she stopped by the bodega on the way home for a bag of snacks. Mostly chips. Some ginger-ale for him. Starburst and those fruity hard candies that were in a language nobody knew. “Honey, I’m home!” She called out as she scrambled back in the window.

“Okay! Absolutely NO cold water. If you think it’s too hot, it’s really just not hot enough. I want to squeak when I get in.” Really! And then she was out the window. She’d pick up some clothes for him, too.