10522/Evening In

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Evening In
Date of Scene: 20 March 2022
Location: Amanda's Apartment, The Dakota
Synopsis: Amanda returns home with dinner. Brunnhilde gets curious enough to chat more personably with her host. They consider another adventure.
Cast of Characters: Amanda Sefton, Brunnhilde




Amanda Sefton has posed:
Late in the evening on Friday night, Amanda is returning home from an event she ran earlier in the day -- a charity fundraiser for rebuilding one of the harder hit and poorer neighbourhoods in Manhattan after all the damage earlier in the year. That?s the thing about running a business? it doesn?t really stop. She?s done a lot of balancing to enable her to keep it going while she also attends to her magical studies and other such responsibility.

She?s tired now, though not exhausted. Fairly satisfied, really, with how the day has gone, which means that, even tired, she?s in a fairly good mood. Thus, she enters the apartment with a small box containing some fairly expensive booze leftover from the event, a sizeable bag of takeout balanced atop of it. Kicking the door closed, she flicks her keys into a dish by the door and moves to set the box on the kitchen table as Patrick rolls in, chirping a greeting.

?Hey, buddy,? she greets him, giving the little boy-turned-homunculus a smile. ?All good? No snakes today??

He burbles an affirmative, spinning around in a circle and fluttering cheerily. No snakes today.

?Oh, good,? she smiles, reaching up to pull the pins out of her hair and tug it out of the roll she?s kept it in all day before she heads to the bedroom to change. It doesn?t take long before she emerges in a pair of yoga pants and tee, the linen trousers and cashmere sweater of the day discarded for the wash.

Brunnhilde has posed:
A person, even a person as dedicated to a centuries-long self-involved sulk as the ex-Valkyrie, can only spend so much time mooching off of the generosity of a single individual before succumbing to curiosity. For weeks Brunnhilde told herself that she only stuck around because Amanda was helping her track down Strange. And it was a decent place to crash, with decent booze. And the arrangement involved very little effort on her part.

But now she has a key to the place, access to the gym, a beast in the stable. Somehow, without intending to, she's more settled than she has been since she left Asgard.

What kind of person does that?

So when Amanda comes home, Brunnhilde's visibly about the place. Her hair is braided out of her face. She hasn't changed out of her workout sweats and she has a beer in hand, though. Still it's more convivial than she's been before.

"Hey," she says in greeting to her mysterious benefactor. "Wanna drink?"

She somehow makes it sound like a generous offer, even though it's Amanda's own booze.

Amanda Sefton has posed:
Amanda has to chuckle at the offer, knowing she?s being offered her own supplies. But that?s fine. ?Sure,? she responds, returning to the kitchen to separate the takeout from the box of booze. ?Food?? she offers. She?s fairly certain the valkyrie eats with a certain amount of regularity, though she won?t swear to it. She could be easily convinced all the Asgardian woman needs is booze. Sort of like the old volkswagen she used to beat around London in, back in the day. Though, okay, it preferred diesel.

She pulls a couple of plates out and some utensils, before pulling out a variety of foods that seem to come from a rather eclectic menu. It?s possible it?s not takeout, at all, but leftovers from the event. There?s a lot of finger foods in addition to the usual pilaf, pasta, and chicken.

Brunnhilde has posed:
"Nice haul," Brunnhilde remarks, piling her plate with nibbles. "Where's it from?"

She glances furtively at Amanda as she asks around bites of food. This is possibly the most interest she's shown in Amanda and her life as it is unconnected to the valkyrie's own.

Amanda Sefton has posed:
"Perks of the job," Amanda replies. She dishes out a plate for herself and pours herself a drink to go with it before taking the lot into the living room, where she flops on the end of the couch and unceremoniously puts her bare feet up on the coffee table. The plate settles against her chest, held by one had as she sets her drink down and grabs a fork.

"I run a small events company," she tells her house guest. "There was a fundraising gala tonight. I raided the kitchen before they threw everything out." Really, she knows the extra food she didn't take has gone to a homeless shelter, but the point is they were just going to get rid of it, so she grabbed some. No one minded. Hell, they offered.

She flashes a grin. "Never turn down free food and booze, right?"

Brunnhilde has posed:
"Huh," Brunnhilde says, following her to the couch. "I didn't know that." What Amanda's job was, she means. That she even had a job.  

Instead of sprawling on the couch next to her host, she sits on the floor in front of it, leaning against the leg. She grins back. "Never turn down free food, a free drink, a free fight, or a free fuck."

She says it like it's a personal motto.

Amanda Sefton has posed:
Amanda has little doubt that just may indeed be the guiding principle of the valkyrie's life. It certainly fits what she's observed. "So, how's Spikes?" she asks between mouthfuls, pausing occasionally for a swallow of her drink or to wipe the corner of her mouth with a paper towel. "Made any progress with it?" A beat. "Have you figured out its sex?"

Brunnhilde has posed:
"She's a girl right now," says Brunnhilde. "But I'm pretty sure she was a boy when we got her. Like that weird frog shit."

She shrugs. There are other stranger things about her new mount's anatomy than the genitalia. "And we're working towards an understanding."

Privately she's a little worried. The giant dragonfly lizard creatures were obviously pack animals, and she's separated Spikes from the herd. So she's spent quite a bit of time out at the stables, making sure she doesn't get lonely.

Amanda Sefton has posed:
Next thing Amanda knows, they'll have a whole herd out there. Then again, for all she knows, there's a breeding market for the things in one of the various magical markets across the multiverse. It could be a thing. "I suppose we could look at expanding the space," she muses. "That being the case, I should probably look at reinforcing the anchor for the realm." Though, maybe, she might just look at creating a secondary pocket for the stables. It might be safer.

"I wonder if there's anything in the library on the things."

Brunnhilde has posed:
Brunnhilde says, "There's an idea," Brunnhilde muses, frowning slightly around her food. It hadn't occurred to her. She's not much for dusty tomes' third hand accounts. Learn by doing, that's her way. Besides, she's sure the droid still holds a grudge. But Amanda does have an entire magical research library with subject matter that spans the Nine Realms. The valkyrie shrugs. And knocks back a large swig of her beer."

Amanda Sefton has posed:
"I'll look into it when I have a moment," Amanda replies, chewing thoughtfully on a mouthful of rice. Then, swallowing, she flashes a grin. "At least, I'll see about pulling some likely books for you to look through." And maybe even wrangling Patrick to help... or at least keep him busy so he doesn't harass the valkyrie any worse.

"We could go on a bit of hunting trip. See if we can find the other two in her flock." A beat. "Flock? Herd? Swarm? I have no idea what's appropriate for these things..."

Brunnhilde has posed:
"Swarm, I think," the Valkyrie says after a moment's consideration. "I think Spikes would approve of swarm." Her lips twitch with fond amusement as she thinks of the newest resident.

"And maybe she can convince them to come with us. Or maybe they'll all decide to bugger off. Either way," she shrugs, stuffing a mini quiche into her mouth. It seems like there's only so much attachment the ancient warrior can muster.

Amanda Sefton has posed:
"It'd be an adventure, out in the altiverse," Amanda admits. Less multiverse, more parallel and pocket dimensions. Weird magic places, either way. She gives a mild shrug. "Up to you, either way." Because Spikes isn't Amanda's new mount. She'd be more interested in a gryphon, but they can be as fickle as cats and mean as raptors. Not to mention there's degrees of sapience involved, which makes things harder.

Brunnhilde has posed:
"It's up to Spikes, really," concedes Brunnhilde. "I don't want to keep her prisoner, pining for her swarm. So I'm up for an adventure if you are." Even if Amanda isn't, Brunnhilde would probably risk it eventually. Especially if Spikes didn't seem to be adapting.

Amanda Sefton has posed:
Amanda reaches out for her drink, washing down another mouthful of food and giving an easy smile. "I don't see why not," she agrees. It's not like she's not busy enough, but it doesn't hurt to get out into the altiverse and see what more is out there... just in case. Besides, as Guardian of the Ways, she needs to walk the Ways periodically to make sure they're not being drawn off course. "I've got some crossroads I need to check, anyway."