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Well, if Kamala's focus on work was pretty much shot already, then Eleanor wouldn't need to feel bad about interrupting her during it.

She wouldn't have felt all that bad, anyway, really.

So she was coming in with a smile as she handed over one of the two Squishy cups she'd walked in with. "Hi," she said. "I got an extra. You want it?"

Kamala’s face lit up as soon as she saw Eleanor. So did her smile. “Well I don’t want to take away something you were going to drink yourself,” she teased. “I’ve two fisted Squishies before so I’ll only take it if you aren’t going to finish it.”

Sure. She said that but she was also holding her hands out with the international sign for “gimme”.

"I'm not even sure I'll finish just the one," Eleanor admitted, releasing the second Squishy to Kamala easily, "so it really is probably much better in your hands."

She did, however, performative take a sup from her drink once the other was relinquished.

"I sort of guessed," she added, "that you'd want Red over Chicken Wing or Lasagna."

"That was a good call," Kamala said with a small little smirk. "Though I was tempted by the Bacon squishy the other week but in the end Red is always the safe bet."

She took a sip and sighed in delight. "You have no idea how much I needed this."

She had only one today, Eleanor. It was a rough day.

It was a miracle that Kamala had even survived this long, really!

"Rough morning?" Eleanor asked, with a touch of concern, although, if she was having a really bad day, she seemed to be doing a pretty good job of not letting it get to her too much.

"My morning was fine. It just got a whole lot better," Kamala said cheerfully. "And in case I'm not being clear, it's because you showed up. Some times I say things that I think are obvious but some people don't follow my logic. And just so I'm extra clear, it's you and not the squishy. Though the squishy is very much appreciated but-"

Kamala took a break. "Okay. Sorry. I'm babbling. How's your day?"

"We can just land on both me and the Squishy doing their part in making your day better," Eleanor offered, feeling that heat rush to her face along with that pleased smile and flutter in her chest, almost a little disappointed that Kamala had cut herself off; she was pretty sure she could have just listened to her ramble on like that for much longer, "and that I'm really glad I could help."

She then shrugged, with another sip of her own Squishy.

"And it's been fine," she said. "Quiet. We talked about sports in my class today."

"Oh? Which class is that?" Kamala asked getting up so she could get from behind the desk and be closer. "Let me guess... it was Olympic themed?"

"It was," Eleanor confirmed with a nod, grin quirking a little more as Kamala relocated, "but not Kinda. That class," she rolled her eyes, because thank you, radio, for being the reason she knew this so easily, "is on Thursdays. This one was for my Daily Modern Life class, which is funny, actually, if you think about it being from the Ancient Greeks. But we also talked about popular American sports in general, like football and basketball and baseball, too."

"Right, right, right," Kamala said, now leading back against her desk. "Do you like sports? Because I'm not going to lie, I'm not a huge athlete or anything. But I do like sports with fun concession stands. And goofy accessories with their logos on them."

Eleanor smiled a little at that. "I like swimming," she said. "I honestly spend probably too much time in the ocean around here. And I'm pretty good at running." She shrugged a shoulder, smile gone a little wry, knowing that wouldn't really come as a surprise to anyone who knew about her family. Or her past. "But I never really did sports. There wasn't much of that at St. Brigid's, anyway."

"Oh! I like swimming! Mostly the part where you just splash around in the waves and occasionally get knocked over by the wave you weren't expecting," Kamala said, eagerly. "And if you ever meet Nakia and Bruno, do not let them convince you I like swimming in the Hudson. I just fell in that one time."

It was twice but Kamala refuses to admit that.

"But, yeah, never one for sports. Though I've been doing the workout thing now. Ooo! We should go running sometime."

"I..." Eleanor started, remembering running through the woods, barefoot with pin needles sticking between her toes, Rhys and Luma loping along beside her after they'd changed, and she shook her head as if to clear the memory from her head and the bad taste it instantly brought to her mouth. She took a sip, as if that would help. "I think I'd rather just go swimming. But I could try!" Suddenly, she felt the need to not sound too dismissive of the offer. "If you wanted to. It could be fun! Or maybe any other workout together. What other things have you been doing it? Or is it mostly just running?"

"Some calisthenics, weigh lifting, cardio, cardio, and yoga," Kamala said counting them off her fingers. "But usually my cardio is like this..."

Kamala summoned some of her stepping discs and went up about three feet before she hit her head on the ceiling. "And now that I've done this I realize that if we do go for a run you'll see my hot, sweaty and gross. Swimming definitely sounds like more fun.

Eleanor winced a little when Kamala's head hit the ceiling, but there was a soft, sympathetic smile on her face when she managed to look back at her. "I hope you at least do that one mostly outside," she noted, somewhat wistful over the fact that it would be nice, wouldn't it, to have actually good abilities, that could be useful for even just little things like helping you with your workouts and not...the terrible ones she'd wound up with.

"But I wouldn't mind you all hot and sweat and gross," she assured her. "I'd be hot and sweaty and gross, too. I'm still very strongly still on the swimming side, of course, but, you know...just to be clear, I..." Eleanor was blushing again, but she pushed past it, "still think you'd be pretty cute."

Kamala felt her own cheeks flush a bit at that comment she stepped down from her hardlight perch so she was standing in front of Eleanor. “How about… we go swimming and another time I take you on a rooftop tour of Fandom?” She suggested.

Maybe when it was cooler out. “And we have to do a movie theater date too! I want you to have the full experience.”

"I have to admit," said Eleanor, her smile going a little crooked. "That rooftop tour sounds much more interesting than a movie theater date."

Swimming would still trump both of them, it was true, and they all sounded amazing, but it was hard to beat rooftop tour amazing.

“Okay then, Kamala said with a little bounce on her feet. “Swimming and a rooftop tour sounds like fun. But at some point we have to go see Skull poopl and Honeybadger. It’s supposed to be really good.”

"Skull poopl and Honeybadger?" Eleanor asked, because how could she not?

“Destined to be a classic. Technically there are 33 films you need to see before this one but it should stand on its own,” Kamala said with a nod.

Stark Industries - Monday

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