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Caritas- Tuesday

Kitty didn't know where Tino got the flowers. Maybe he'd gotten a ton for Valentine's Day, or maybe he'd knocked over the flower shop. Either way, when she got in tonight, the stage was covered in them. It was possible a zombie was even standing on a bouquet or two.

"Okay, fine, I'll do something about the zombie smell," Kitty sighed to a relieved-looking Tino. "You're cleaning all this up."

At least she had a project now for when she was one of six people on the island next week?

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"So, who's the person who send the zombies creepy amounts of flowers?" Spider-Woman asked.

Yes, Jessica was in costume when she walked into the bar. Look, before she was out doing stuff, now she was thirsty. There was no chance to change between the two things.

Kitty jerked a thumb towards Tino. "Blame him. As usual," she said. "Taking a break, are we?"

Like she was going to judge a costume in her bar.

"All the crime's been fought," Spider-Woman said. "All that's left to do is drink. Give me the hardest soda you've got"

"Root beer it is," Kitty said with a nod, getting the drink. "Is there a lot of crime here and I missed it?"

"Not really," Spider-Woman said. "Mostly I just sat on a rooftop until I got bored and cold and needed to come inside for a while."

"Seriously, this is a sad place to be a superhero."

"Sorry," Kitty said apologetically, sliding the root beer over. "I'm sure we're due for an invasion soon, though!"

"Can it be an invasion of petty thieves who are fun to punch?" Spider-Woman asked. "Because that's really what I'm missing these days."

Kitty thought about this. "Well, I have no control over it, but I'd back that invasion wholeheartedly."

What. It was fun to punch.

Spider-Woman rolled the bottom of her mask up to her nose so she could actually, you know, drink. "So there's no suggestion box or anything? Can we write a letter to the mayor and say 'please?'"

"I've wondered this!" Kitty said, glad to have someone say the same thing. "I thought maybe there were request forms at town hall. There aren't forms at town hall."

"Thanks for mentioning that, otherwise that would have been my next stop," Spider-Woman said. "And since I assume they're closed now, I would have had to break in, and it would have become a thing. A whole big thing. So again, thanks."

"Anytime. Though I'd think that would probably be a stop that could wait till tomorrow," she pointed out.

"I'm a busy girl," Spider-Woman said. "I can't be waiting until tomorrow to do all my paperwork. It has to get done ASAP. My taxes were filed on January 2nd."

"Really? Because most people don't get their W2's out till at least halfway through January." Shhh, Kitty hadn't even started till then.

"Well, I'm a superhero. My taxes are really just a smiley face on a post-it," Spider-Woman said.

"Tell me you submit that," she said.

"I did," Spider-Woman said. "Now, I'm not saying that I'm telling the truth, I'm just saying that I did it."

"I'm going to believe it is, just because it makes me happy," Kitty told her.

"Glad I could help," Spider-Woman said. She lifted the root beer to take another sip, but stopped short. "If you don't mind, that joy is going to be your tip. Again. Superhero. You know how it is. I barely have pockets and they're not flush with cash."

"I'll live," she said, and paused. "You have pockets?"

She'd never had pockets. Why had she never thought of pockets?

Because Kitty was an X-Man. If they wanted pockets, they could either get a jacket or a couple dozen pouches. NO OTHER CHOICES.

Spider-Woman reached down, unzipped her left pocket, and pulled out a couple dollars. "They're nice and hidden. I wouldn't know what to do with my cell if I didn't have them."

Just you wait. Someday she'd be talking to Scott about pockets.

"I like that. I mean, even superheroes need to put their keys somewhere."

Well. Not Kitty. But.

"I tend not to worry about that. I just need an unlocked window and I'm fine," Spider-Woman said.

"I was speaking kind of rhetorically," Kitty said. "You don't want to land on keys in spandex."

"Also, what if the costume gets ripped? You don't want to lose your keys," Jessica said. "Especially if the supervillain picks them up. How horrible would that be? I mean, even if they can't track you back to your place with them, you'll never live it down."

"You know that'd come up the next time you ran into them," Kitty frowned. "They'd just jangle the keys a little bit and boom, you've just lost your cred."

"God forbid you have some kind of weird keychain, too," Jessica said. "I don't need Kraven the Hunter knowing that I went to Hawaii and like dolphins, thank you very much."

"Do you actually have a Hawaii dolphin keychain?"

Like she could go without asking that.

"No, that was purely hypothetical," Spider-Woman said. "I have a Sea World San Diego dolphin keychain."

She didn't.

"It does seem more your style," Kitty nodded.

"It's true. I mean, I'm a spider. I can skitter across the country on a whim, sure. But cross a large body of water? No thanks. I'll pass," Spider-Woman said.

"Plus volcanoes can melt you." Okay, so maybe Kitty wasn't over her riding on lava freakout yet.

"Very true. And I'm pretty sure I'm not lava-proof," Spider-Woman said. "And I'd prefer to never, ever, ever test that theory."

Done with all my work! SO BORED.

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