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Things Reborn, Sunday

Things had been turning up Reilly after last Sunday. He'd had some good dates, several of them in one night, he fixed the store's front window ~~in a handwavey fashion~~, and he even got to antagonize a guy who had antagonized his alter ego for years. Even if it was a different guy, technically. And a different version of his alter ego. But in any universe, just as one plus one always equalled two, J. Jonah Jameson always equaled a man with anger management issues, a silly mustache, and a beef with Spider-Man.

So Ben was very chipper as he took a seat behind the counter today, happy that karma finally seemed to be paying him back for that whole death thing.

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Do whatever a shopper can.

Have Ben do whatever a shopkeeper can.

Before her usual stop in at Wellspring (which she was admittedly putting off as it meant the conclusion of a weekend), Daisy swung by the thrift store.

"Hullo, Ben! I've come to see how the window is!"

That, and catch up a little, because he was taking a considerable lead on the pestering thing, but she'd been busy lately.

"It's intact and see-through," Ben said. "So overall, I think it's doing pretty well. How are you today?"

"Up until a duck comes through it again, anyway," said Daisy and, with a faint smile, she thought about just saying she was doing fine, but her honest nature sometimes have more control over her. "And I'm all right. Wishing for a longer weekend."

"Call in sick tomorrow," Ben suggested. "Easiest way to extend the weekend if you don't have a time machine."

"I've never called in sick a day in my life, Ben."

In fact, out of those options, she'd much rather start just searching through the store to see if she could actually find a time machine.

"I'm guessing you're not likely to start now," Ben said. "Well, we could set every calendar in town back a day and bribe the radio people to say the wrong day, but I don't think that's going to work. Sorry."

"No one's happened to have brought in a box of oddly time machine shaped items lately, have they?"

"No, but I can make some calls, see if I can get one rushed over," Ben said.

There was a pause.

"Can you?"

"I could make the calls, sure. And then I can also get laughed at over the phone," Ben said. "So I don't think it'll help you at all."

"Would all that laughing annoy you, though?" Daisy wondered.

"No, I'm used to it," Ben said.

"Awww."

Daisy wondered if the fact that she was laughing at that was a good example of how it was true. Of course, she was laughing mostly because that was just bloody adorable.

"In that case, it's definitely worth a shot. If we had a time machine, I could go back and hear you sing about puberty again."

"I'm pretty sure I'm not going to try to help you now. You obviously can't be trusted with time travel," Ben said.

Daisy's jaw dropped with laughing indignation. "That is hardly," she insisted, "a nefarious purpose!"

"Nefarious is in the eye of the beholder," Ben claimed.

"And," Daisy offered, "the customer is always right. Since I'm looking to find a second-hand time machine, I'm a potential customer, and therefor right."

"Your logic is annoying," Ben admitted.

"Oh, is it, now?" asked Daisy, leaning in a little with a quirk of an almost-triumphant grin, her eyes pleading Ben, do tell more...

"Oh, it is. Points of the board for Miss Day," Ben said. "I'm still not calling my suppliers, though. There's laughter and then there's the kind of laughter that means they're not going to send me more stuff."

"I do know one guy in New York who has an actual time machine, though. But there's no way we'll get to use it."

"Why not?" Daisy asked, pouting a little, even though she had got points. She told herself that she really shouldn't have expected that a time machine would have been in the picture but it really would have been very nice.

"Several reasons," Ben said, chief among them being his death, which would be kind of weird - but not impossible - to explain to Reed Richards, "but the main one being that he doesn't like people messing with the time-space continuum. And he doesn't like being told to lighten up about that. He starts to lecture."

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