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Wellspring Arms and Meditation Center, Friday

Alec had a date tonight -- either his second-ever or his first; he wasn't sure how he should count the last one, exactly -- so naturally, he was spending today stress-polishing all the equipment cases and cleaning up the meditation room approximately ninety times. That was totally a way to deal with anxiety, don't even.

If anyone shocked the world by coming in to meditate, they would find pillows that had been fluffed almost to the point of being aggressive about it. You're welcome, potential meditators.

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There were reasons that could be elaborated upon as to why Kate was in town and pushing open the door of the intriguingly named 'Arms and Meditation Center,' but what fun were reasons?

In any case, Kate was pleased to see her 'big sibling' there as she stepped into the shop. "Hey Alec. Are you arming or meditating?"

"Working, actually," Alec said with a little smile, giving the last pillow a thorough fluff before deciding the room was clean enough. Probably. "What about you? Is there anything I can help you with?"

"And trying to kill the pillows?" she checked with a grin. "I'm wandering and ended up curious enough about the contradiction in the name to check it out."

"My guess is Cable -- the owner -- hopes the two will cancel each other out," Alec offered. "It's even stranger given that we don't actually sell any of the guns."

Kate spent a moment recognizing the name and deciding it clearly wasn't the same Cable she knew of. Because it just wasn't.

"So it's more like 'do your yoga here and look at my vast personal collection?'"

"It sounds a little... country-club, when you put it that way," Alec assessed. "There might at least be a questionnaire for any interested buyers? But I've never seen it happen, so... I think you're about right."

"I suppose if someone's going to have a vast collection of anything, it's always nice to show it off," she decided. "It's like lending to the Met only they probably don't take guns."

"I didn't know people did that," Alec commented thoughtfully. "I suppose, yeah. Makes me wonder what sort of collections people lend to the actual museum in town."

"Most of the time they just like to be able to say they loaned something on display at the Met," she said, only slightly jaded. "There's a museum in town? Watch someone lend cursed armor or something and then it's a horror movie waiting to happen."

"I take it that's a common trope?" Alec guessed dryly. "...I don't watch a lot of movies."

Dork.

"But if it hasn't happened already, then I'd say there's a chance, yes."

"That's probably because you don't hang out way too much with a bunch of fanboys," she replied as dryly. "Which says good things for your life choices."

"If it hasn't happened and it suddenly does, we never had this conversation so we can't be blamed. Deal?"

"Deal," Alec said. "I can't guarantee I won't be at the front of the line trying to fix it, though. Guilt issues."

"Yeah, me too," Kate admitted. She glanced around to find the nearest wood ~~which was totally modded somewhere~~ and knocked on it.

"How's the new bow working out for you?" She'd discovered radio, yes.

Alec gave a put-upon sigh, but admitted, "I like it. I'll have to work on the practicality -- my sister already gives me enough of a hard time lugging a recurve to and from places. But it's lighter and quieter and easier to shoot, so... I'd say it's my new favorite."

CONGRATS, KATE.

"Have you always shot longbow?"

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The sigh made her snicker then give him a faux-sympathetic look. "Poor thing. Your sister should be good with anything that works well, right? ~~Besides you guys basically can be invisible.~~ But you could always look into collapsible ones. Though they're not really longbows."

She shook her head. "I've used a bunch of different kinds ~~cause the artists can't be consistent~~. I just like that one the best. It was a gift sort of."

Alec was definitely too much of a snob for a collapsible bow.

"Right, right," he recalled, nodding. "From Clint." Nooot exactly, Alec. "Well, it's a good choice. I'll see if I can get through the next trip home without Izzy - my sister - ridiculing it too much." He paused. "...I may have to wait for a situation where I can use it to protect her while she's being attacked and then see what she says."

Don't let Hawkeye hear you say that, Alec. (The other one that is)

Kate shrugged. "Sort of, yeah." She grinned. "Do you have a swishy enough coat to hide the bow under then pull it out at the perfect moment? Because that might make your plan workable."

"I have something better," Alec assured her. "Isabelle's unceasing tendency to ignore any aspects of a given situation that aren't stylish fashion choices or specifically called to her attention."

Rawr, Alec.

"It's like we have the same sister," Kate snorted.

"Does yours also fight demons with a whip?"

Well, Alec and Kate were 'siblings,' so...

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Kate laughed. "God, no. Mine fights other rich people for the best table at whatever fundraiser she's attending," she said. "I mean, I love her, but she's pretty shallow most of the time."

Alec smiled. "So's Izzy," he said with a nod. "Minus the fundraisers. She's been known to get vicious while competing for boots at a shoe sale, though."

"Well..." she paused then grinned back at Alec. "That's understandable. If they were nice boots."

Though Kate didn't usually bother with sales.

"I... would not consider myself an expert on women's boots," Alec admitted. "Not much of a shopper." No, he was just going on a date today that would literally consist of buying socks and gloves. "But she seemed happy with them."

He swung his arms awkwardly, reminded of all the shopping he was going to be doing later. "So how have you been lately? Settling in okay?"

"Unsurprising. I've seen your sweaters," Kate teased. Seen them and pondered fixing them. It wouldn't be difficult.

She nodded. "Apparently I'm taking a class on cooking. Hopefully no one ends up poisoned."

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