10672/Checking In With Book Suggestions

Checking In With Book Suggestions
Date of Scene:	05 April 2022
Location:	Hunter's Moon Tattoo - Main Shop
Synopsis:	Micola has a book suggestion for his Highness. Dinner is had and neither of them are good at this social thing really!
Cast of Characters:	Micola Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff

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Micola Maximoff has posed:
Micola had enjoyed Italy and it would have been less fun had Pietro not joined her. She'd taken him to one of the local graveyards to put down some offerings, but the ghosts had been shy and she'd not wanted to use her magics to coax them out.

She was an odd duck.

There's a storm moving in from the ocean, bringing the scent of freshness to the surrounding area. The shop door had been left open until she had to go get the chalk sign out of the rain and then she'd closed up. Rain usually meant less walk ins. So she'd started to fold towels and toss in another load of laundry so things would be clean for tomorrow. But her mind strayed as she looked down to her phone.

'Is it raining where you are?' she'd texted Pietro.

Pietro Maximoff has posed:
It had been a nice, relaxing visit for Pietro. No alarms, no alerts, no world-ending crisis. Just a fun visit with a friend for her birthday in Italy. He'd been happy enough to wander the graveyards with her, always respectful of those who have passed. No need to coax anyone - he was happy with them being shy.

Back stateside, he was running about on patrols over various points of interest to the Avengers. Looking down to his phone, he smirked as he saw the familiar name on the text. Bolting through the area, he smirked - thumbs flashing quickly to type out a response.

"In Washington DC? Yes. How is New York?" He responds, veering off towards that direction.

Micola Maximoff has posed:
Micola shouldn't be surprised at the lightning fast reply, Pietro did have lightning fast reflexes so maybe that was why. She's halfway through towels so she decides to stop and focus on the text. She turns, leaning her hip against the counter as she replies to him.

"It's getting ready to storm here, already had a cancellation and I'm not expecting walk-ins." she replied.

A particularly upbeat song comes on the radio, causing her to shimmy in place as she waits for his text back.

Pietro Maximoff has posed:
Still moving at an incredible pace, he angles himself towards her shop. The walk-ins clued him in! Pietro blurs through the rainy storm - heedless of the drops as they break over his frame. Thank goodness for waterproof phone cases!

"Mind company?" He texts back. "I'm near enough, and it'd be good to get out of the rain."

Micola Maximoff has posed:
Micola gives a look down to her phone when it pings again and there is a soft smile as she sees the question. She scurries off into the back room to turn the towels in the dryer back on real quick as she replies.

"I never mind your company, please feel free to drop in." she sends.

"I've got nice warm towels even!" she adds the text.

Pietro Maximoff has posed:
It's not too far. A couple of moments, max. Rivers, buildings - nothing is really in his way. Over, under and along - he runs. Fingers tap out a few more words, before his phone is put away and he runs in earnest.

"I'll be there shortly. Warm towels would be lovely. See you soon!"

And boom - he's off, moving faster than sound!

Micola Maximoff has posed:
"I'm not going anywhere! Be safe. :)" Micola had texted back before she dropped her phone into her pocket and busied herself with folding things again at the back of the shop. She knew he was incoming so she shouldn't get startled at his arrival.

She does fall into humming softly as she gathers up the towels that are ready to be put back on the shelf and prepare to get the ones out of the dryer. One was already reserved for his highness.

Pietro Maximoff has posed:
The message was received, but he was simply at a run. No need to worry over a response, he'd be by soon enough! Streets blurred by - trees and forests - hills and streams. Soon enough he was at the shop, tapping at the door before stepping in.

"Pardon me, I've heard you do custom ink here?" He half-teases, a grin on his face. Pietro looks mostly sodden - can't out run the rain... yet.

Micola Maximoff has posed:
Micola looks up from the basket of towels as the tap on the door is heard and then the jingle of bells. "Buna ziua!" she waves from the back. "And yes, though I think for you we could look at temporary tattoos." she winks at him. She settles the basket down and picks a few of the towels from it to head his way.

She holds one out to him and the other one is drapped around his shoulders after he takes the first towel. "I'm not sure if I said the greeting right. I picked up a language book to help." she admits as she looks over him. "Rain waits for now one." she muses.

Pietro Maximoff has posed:
The Romanian greeting brings a genuine smile to Pietro's face, the man nodding. "You got it right, and well spoken." He offers over to her, even as he takes the offered towel. A slight sigh as the warm towel goes around his shoulders as well. "Temporary tattoos, indeed." A slight chuckle from the speedster.

He wipes at his face, then through his silver-white hair after to dry off a bit. As he relaxes in the warmer shop, he looks around. "No appointments today, then?" He asks, looking about for her co-worker as well. "Do you just... close up on days like this?" Pietro wonders, looking back to her.

Micola Maximoff has posed:
Micola gives a beaming smile to that, "I've been practicing." she tells him with a bit of a blush. "I wasn't sure if you got to speak Romanian with many...and I know that I don't get to speak my languages with others outside of family, so I figured..." she trails off, realizing she was rambling. She lets her fingers linger on his shoulders for a moment but doesn't want to be a weirdo.

"My only appointment got cancelled due to the weather, I can't blame them and they paid up front...so that's nice." she admits. Shane's not there either. A light day. "I tend to close early if there is bad weather and my appointments cancel. I just post on our sites that we are." she tells him.

"And I can just walk downstairs and be home." she muses to that.

Pietro Maximoff has posed:
"Downstairs?" He looks about. "A cellar?" Pietro guesses. "Working above where you sleep?" A slight grin as he carefully dries himself off. No need to get water everywhere - especially in her shop. "Did they at least reschedule, I would imagine? Paying up front would indicate that - but sometimes people are odd." Indeed. Odd people.

A look back to the open door, a slight smile. "It smells wonderful outside, at least. The rain is cleansing away all the smog we tend to create as people." He looks back to her. "So what is planned for today? A good book? More Romanian studies?" He smiles.

Micola Maximoff has posed:
Micola's eyes look down to the floor for a moment, "Yeah, one of the perks of buying this place was the apartment. I need to update paint and things...but it's home for now." she tells him. "Couldn't really afford a shop and the apartment seperately, so made a compromise." she chuckles. "They did reschedule. Rain generally means that people cancel due to kids or other things. You have to juggle the schedule." she admits. She was understanding at least.

"It does smell wonderful, yes." she grins. "I had not planned out the evening much else than checking in with you and giving a book suggestion." she grins at him. "I'm not going to butcher your language while you're here." she shakes her head.

"Did you have any plans besides drying off?" she asks him with a grin.

Pietro Maximoff has posed:
"A home to call your own, is very important." Pietro offers over, a nod of approval. "I would imagine it is a good sanctum for sleep, with no sunlight beaming in on you." The man muses, finally drying off the rest of him - bit by bit. "A clever investment. I doubt too many odd occurences happen to basement apartments, aside from potential flooding." A chuckle.

"A book suggestion?" He wonders, even as he begins folding the towels neatly. "And learning is not butchering, unless you are genuinely mispronouncing things out of spite."

Micola Maximoff has posed:
Micola gives him a look and there is a soft smile, "Yeah, it was nice to be able to have a place that I can decorate and paint how I like. I might do a mural down there at some point if I get inspired." she admits. "Oh there are a couple of windows, but nothing that streams directly into where I sleep, it's nice." she grins. "And yeah, definitely had to get flood insurance. In case it does happen. We'll hope it doesn't." she crosses her fingers at that.

There's a blush when he brings up the book suggestion, "Yes...and please don't laugh." she points out. She shakes her head, "I don't think I'd be spiteful about it." she tells him. "But, books..." she muses. "I know we were talking romance books and I read this one series when I was eighteen. The author is up to like...thirty six now." she offers. "Either way, it's paranormal romance, set in Romania. The author is Christine Feehan, not sure if you've ever came across them. It's her Carpathian series." she offers.

"You can absolutely laugh at me by the way." she points out. "I think I'll close the door before the chill gets in." she adds.

Pietro Maximoff has posed:
"So you do art outside of tattoos, then? Sketches and paintings?" He guesses, tapping his chin. "I imagine it will be quite spectacular, once you've decorated it to your liking. I always have a rather fanciful image in my head about an artist's abode. All the creativity with the space, that the artist has free reign over." A moment of silence, the man all but imagining it.

"I don't normally read fiction, though I seem to recall having read some of her work." A sly grin is offered to Micola, from Pietro. "She's the one they call the Queen of supernatural romance?" Pietro seems not at all upset by the suggestion. "Romance with vampires set in Romania... quite the interesting topic." The man then cants his head, allowing her to move to shut the door if needed. "No laughter. I read a great number of books. I'm not one to judge a person for having favorite authors. Or reading romance novels."

Micola Maximoff has posed:
Micola gives a soft nod to that, "The art in the shop here is mine, yes." she tells him as she points out the wolves on the wall. Wolves made sense with her last name. "Admittedly I could have worked on the drawing I did of you, but I didn't want to redo it again if I got clumsy and I liked it." she admits. "I mean...it's nothing fancy or mansiony, but you're welcome downstairs if you like. I think my guitar is out, but that's easy to clean up." she chuckles.

She flips over the sign to closed and reaches over to turn off the neon lights in the window. When she looks back she catches that sly grin, "I'll be melting through the floor any moment of embarrassment." she teases him. "They at least have good stories. I'm always a bit of a sucker for a good romance." she shrugs her shoulders.

"And vampires are some of the most popular things on the planet. I wonder if the author knows they are real." she ponders that. "I'd offer you a sweater or something...but I think it would be a little tight on you." she states.

Pietro Maximoff has posed:
A smile. "I like it too, Micola. It is very well done." He assures, looking around to the varied wolf art about the studio. "Do you get a lot of requests for wolf tattoos?" Pietro wonders, as his eyes come back to her. A nod. "If you wish to go downstairs, I am thankful for the invitation." A smile. "But my clothes are still a bit damp."

A laugh, happy and friendly. "Do not melt in embarassment. You were offering me over something that is special to you, never be embarassed over such things. I will have to revisit the series - is there a good starting point?" A nod. "Romance is... difficult in our lives. It is no shame to read of the fantasies and enjoy the thought of them."

A grin at the sweater offer. "Likely, yes. And yes... vampires and all sorts of weird things are real. But... I suppose authors know it, deep inside."

Micola Maximoff has posed:
"I'm glad that you liked it." Micola admits. She had hoped that he would. There's a grin as she looks at the wolves on the wall, "My surname translates to Wolfish, Of a wolf or wolf-like in English. I've been a fan of them, but they are something very popular with tattoos as well." she nods to him.

"Well, I don't mind damp clothes, but if you are uncomfortable I could offer a blanket or sheet to wrap up in and we could dry them? I don't want to be weird, just want you to be comfortable." she chuckles. "And I was more...amused. My silliness of telling a prince about romance novels." she shakes her head.

"And yeah...romance is rough, especially if we try dating humans or others." she states with a frown. "But that's alright. There is someone out there for us." she nods to this. "My hair dryer isn't powerful enough to dry it." she chuckles.

Pietro Maximoff has posed:
"I truly did." Pietro nods. "I have it framed." He offers over with a smile. "There is something about wolves - it draws people in. Regal, strong, powerful." A slight shrug. "A free spirit to most, one with nothing penning them in." A nod to her. "It is romantic to see yourself akin to a wolf, more often than not."

A slight flush at that. "I do not want to make you uncomfortable in your own home, Micola." The man explains. A grin as she explains her amusement. "A blanket would be fine."

"Someone, indeed. Just a matter of perserverence until you find your match. And... hair dryer?" He looks a bit confused at that.

Micola Maximoff has posed:
Micola gives a smile to that, "Oooh, framed. I should tell Clotho she's on a wall somewhere." she grins to that. "Protective of their pack, sounds about right for my grandfather and some of my uncles." she muses. "I've never really had a big enough group to be protective of, but that might be something I have to work on." she admits.

"I don't think I have a reason to be uncomfortable." she muses at that. "But, I will go grab a blanket and bring it up." she tells him. "If you want to head this way?" she asks him.

Then she's heading for the door to the back room and the stairs to the side that lead down. "Patience is a good virtue to have...sometimes." she admits. "Hair dryer like girls dry their hair with sometimes, you could just stand there and I could try to dry you...but that's going to take ages. Not to mention probably uncomfortable for you." she giggles.

Pietro Maximoff has posed:
That earns another look around. "Does she stay nearby?" He wonders, looking for the aformenentioned Clotho. "And I can see it in you. You protect and care for those who have passed - regardless of their relation to you. That speaks volumes." The man admits.

"Up or down, whatever you prefer." Pietro smiles. "The blanket would be appreciated, of course." He follows as she leads.

"Sometimes. Yes. It is the story of my life, patience." The man muses. A laugh. "I know what a hair dryer is - I wasn't catching the reference to using it to dry me." A smirk. "And I suppose it depends on the heat setting, really."

Micola Maximoff has posed:
"She's at the animal sanctuary since I don't have the room to build her a proper enclosure at the moment. Might be able to do that in the fall once I've got the second floor of this place cleared out and able to work on it." Micola tells him. "But I get out to see her when I can." she adds. When he talks on seeing the wolf in her there is a soft smile, "I grew up not having much, so I tend to be a little more protective than others." she tells him.

The door is opened from the shop entrance to the apartment and she heads to a small closet that's off to the side, pulling out a sapphire colored throw blanket for him, "Alright, this'll go great with your hair and your eyes." she tells him.

"Back room up there is pretty private and I'll be down here until you get all wrapped up." she promises. "And then I can come up and toss your clothes in the dryer." she smiles. "If you are hungry I can order something." she offers. "I don't think I thought out dinner either." she muses to herself.

Pietro Maximoff has posed:
The man follows her downstairs, looking about as he does. "Something on the roof? An aviary?" He wonders. He smiles to her as she mentions her protective streak. "It's not a bad thing, as I said. It can be noble to be akin to a wolf." A wink. "I understand about growing up without." Pietro gives a small shrug.

The blanket is take with a nod of thanks. He looks over to the backroom, moving in that direction. "I mean, I could move fast enough for you to not peak - but that might disturb your furnishings." Mach speeds indoors usually cause a bit of turmoil for loose items.

He moves to the private room, changing carefully - not wanting to knock into anything. "I can help with the bill, if you like?" A few moments later, he steps out wearing the blanket around him like a toga. His speed suit is in hand. "Where shall I place this?"

Micola Maximoff has posed:
Micola gives a look to him, "Yeah, something like that. I'd like to be able to help rehab injured birds of prey and corvids, so having the extra space that is proper would be a boon really." she explains to him. There's a bit of an eyebrow quirk to him, but she doesn't pry, not at the moment. "We can probably understand each other on that then." she states.

"I mean, next time I can try to duct tape things down." she teases him gently. Then she lets him move off to get out of the wet clothes.

"I can pay for dinner, Pietro." she calls to him. "It helps if I know what you are feeling like for dinner though." she adds with a laugh. When he steps out with the toga look going there is a an appreciative look, "Well, maybe I should throw a toga night at the shop." she grins. "I can take that and dry it...does it need to be put on fluff or anything special? No wrinkles?" she gives him an impish grin at that.

Pietro Maximoff has posed:
Pietro nods, smoothing down the blanket around him. Shiek! "Have you worked with other birds? Like raptors and such?" He smiles. "They are stunning creatures - made with purpose and form." A slight smile. "I would imagine we can both understand, then. And hope for better in the future." Of course, he fell into being royalty - who would have thought?

A laugh. "No need to secure anything - I can behave indoors." A wink.

"I am up for anything - though I am sure pizza would be easiest? Or Chinese delivery?" He thinks. An arched brow as she checks out his attire. "It looks good? No special care for that suit, really."

Micola Maximoff has posed:
Micola gives a nod to his question, "I have, yes. I've worked with hawks and crows the most after owls. Falconry takes a lot of work." she admits. "Housing your own birds are expensive, so I'm setting aside small amount for an enclosure." she smiles to that. "If you'd like to visit the sanctuary sometime I can take you. There are some beautiful birds there." she tells him.

Then she is moving to take the suit from him, "What do you like on your pizza?" she asks him. It sounded delicious! "I think it looks good. A sheet would probably work better for a toga but it works." she grins. "Give me five seconds to put this in the dryer." she adds to that.

Pietro Maximoff has posed:
"I would. I think it would be a grand thing, to see these birds. Even if they may be wild and not something to touch, it would be amazing to see them up close." He decides. "Perhaps I can help some how, as well." Pietro muses about the sanctuary.

"Generally I am a meat eater, when it comes to pizza. All the calories. I do like bell peppers as well... if they have those." He explains as the suit is handed over. A look down. "I think a sheet might reveal too much."

Micola Maximoff has posed:
Micola's gone for just a few moments to put his super suit in the dryer. She makes quick work getting back downstairs though. "I think it would be a fun trip. There's a lot of space out there and you could probably run without worrying there as well." she offers to him. "Help?" she asks him curiously. "I could always give you the special tour. That would let you see the birds up close." she smiles to that.

She listens to his pizza favorites and she punches in the order for the meat lovers, adding peppers to it, "Do you like mushrooms?" she asks him. His comment on the sheet revealing too much makes her nod, "That...is probably true. I don't have expensive egyptian cotton sheets that are thick." she admits. "I have drinks here unless you want a specific thing." she offers as she finishes up pizza order.

"Make yourself at home, Pietro." she tells him as she slips her phone into her pocket. "Should be about thirty. There's a shop down the way that makes pretty great pizza." she smiles.

Pietro Maximoff has posed:
He waits as she returns, giving her a nod. "I think the gust would scare, if not injure, the birds." Pietro muses. "But I would like to see the place, none the less." A chuckle. "And help as in donate time or funds?" He explains.

A shake of his head. "Not a fan of mushrooms, alas. At least not the diced or sliced versions. I do not mind them as an ingredient in soups or such, as creamed. Weird, right? I would suspect it has to do with the texture, more than taste." A grin. "Whatever you have for drinks, is fine." A nod to her. "And yes, at least it wasn't a silk or satin sheet you provided me." Pietro teases.

"Is it a favorite, or just convenient? Do you have a favorite?" He asks, even as he takes a seat.

Micola Maximoff has posed:
"I didn't think of that." Micola admits when he talks on the gusts from his running. "We could do that when you've got time or a free day. I know you're probably busy with Avengering and other things." she smiles to that. "They could always use another hand in the volunteer since and monetary donations are always good. Helps upkeep and a million other things." she explains to him.

"No, that makes sense. Some people are like that with raw tomatoes. They only like them cooked or really well diced. I don't know what it is really." she chuckles. The mention of silk or satin sheets makes her blush a little, "Yeah...that would be bad." she muses.

"It's a bit of both really. Most of the stuff is all homemade so it is a good comfort food." she admits. "I tend to like any food that won't outrun me really." she grins. "But I'm a fan of veggie pizza with bacon." she tells him.

Pietro Maximoff has posed:
"Normally, I don't suffer the consequences or effects of my running. Friction, heat..." A shrug. "But I have to be careful with things about me. People, animals, buildings..." A slight smile. "Just not everything is catered to resisting sonic booms, or what have you." He smiles and nods. "Avengering is ... always an emergency when it happens, and rarely is at a convenient time."

The comment about tomatos earns another nod from Pietro. A wider grin as she blushes. "Am I embarassing you?" He teases.

A rumble of his stomach. "Homemade is the best - it shows care and skill. No pre-packaged instructions." He decides. "All the vegetables and bacon? I suppose it's like a warm salad with baconbits?"

Micola Maximoff has posed:
Micola looks thoughtful when he talks on the consequences of his speed. "I'll have to note that on things." she tells him. She was understanding that some powers were more destructive or stressful on the environment about them. "That is true...none of our situations tend to be scheduled nicely." she admits. "I keep getting ghosts at all hours of the night it seems." she tells him with a bit of a soft frown.

His question makes her laugh softly, "You are not embarassing me, Pietro, no." she muses to that.

She looks to the time on the delivery, "About fifteen more minutes on pizza delivery and that means five more minutes on suit. You'll be back in dry warm clothes in no time." she grins. "Bacon makes everything better really." she chuckles. "Onions, peppers and bacon were the go to for college cram sessions." she admits. "And yeah...kinda like a warm salad with no lettuce." she chuckles. "Do you have a favorite pizza place?" she asks him.

Pietro Maximoff has posed:
Quicksilver smirks. "I would hope I don't have cause to disturb you with the speedy nature of my arrivals or departures." A nod and a stretch as he relaxes a bit on the sofa. "Indeed. I usually have a bit more forewarning than you might, I suspect. I do not envy your visions - I am sure they are quite daunting at times."

"Not embarassed? Then the blush is for other reasons?" Pietro smirks, still teasing the poor woman.

A look to the clock and a nod. "Soon enough, yes. Though the blanket toga is quite fetching." He looks down to the blanket wrapped about him, then back to her. "High content of fat, makes everything better. Bacon is a prime example of that." A smile. "I like a chain in the midwest, called Marco's. Nothing fancy, just a solid pizza from a chain - comforting, really. Hand made, I always head for the thin slices."

Micola Maximoff has posed:
"It might happen at some time, but that's fine." Micola tells him. She takes a seat at the counter that separates the kitchen from the rest of the room, "I've had a ghost pop up here a few times since I had a vision. I don't want to ward the apartment against them because I feel it's bad. Though if they get aggressive or violent I will. I don't want my personal space interrupted." she admits.

Though those thoughts melt away when he comments on the blush, "I was just thinking about you in a silk sheet." she admits with a lift of her chin. Aha, the truth!

"You can stay in the blanket as long as you like. I'm not going to make you change." she chuckles to that. "Marco's...I'll have to try them if I ever get to the midwest." she smiles to that. "Do you have any big plans for the week?" she asks him.

Pietro Maximoff has posed:
There's a look around, the man nodding. "You know magic, then? I know a few magicians." Pietro grins, looking back to her. "One would hope they understand that you are someone who will help, and not impose too much upon you."

As she answers about the silken sheet, he grins. Brave! "I hope they were good thoughts, then." Pietro chuckles, eyes on hers. "Should I go to change, then?" The man wonders.

When that's answered after, he nods. "I don't want you uncomfortable in your own house, Micola." The man assures. "Perhaps we'll arrange a visit out that way, to try the pizza. It ... I don't know. Something about it really satisfies me." He shakes his head, shrugging. "No real plans set in stone, why?"

Micola Maximoff has posed:
Micola gives a gentle nod to him, "I do, I'm rather skilled in Ectomancy, which has a lot to do with helping give closure to spirits or gathering information from them and other things." she tells him. "There are a lot of sorcerors and magicians running around New York these days." she chuckles to that. "Do you know any magic?" she asks him curiously.

She was brave given things! The blush reddens her cheeks again though, she can't help it, "I mean...they were." she muses to that. "Your suit should be dry." she points out to him after that.

She gives a soft shake of her head, "I assure you that I don't feel uncomfortable with you here or with what you are wearing." she tells him as her gaze meets his. "And I'm worried about making you uncomfortable. We're having a time." she smiles to that.

"And I was just wondering. I do have a block of time set aside to go visit Clotho this weekend if you wanted to go as well." she offers.

Pietro Maximoff has posed:
A nod. "I am not too familiar with magic. My sister is." He explains. "I suppose I could learn of it, though those books are quite rare and coveted, I am sure." Pietro guesses. "Also, speed reading tomes that are aged doesn't tend to end well for the book itself." A shrug. "No, no magical inclination on my part. Just genetic powers..." He smiles.

"Shall I dress then, while you receive the pizza?" He smirks. "I can get my suit and have it donned quickly." Of course he can!

"I am not uncomfortable, no. I just... am generally bad at this." A slight shrug. "I think it would be fun to visit Clotho and see her friends."

Micola Maximoff has posed:
"It might be something that you could pick up, if you wanted to." Micola tells him with a soft smile. "But yes, old tomes do not do well with speed reading most times. Not to mention getting them, like you said, is rare." she admits. "I dont think I've met either of your sisters." she tells him honestly. "Except for what I've heard in news and things." she nods.

She slides off the stool and smiles, "Sure, lets get you dressed and I'll get the pizza." she checks her phone, "And hey, it's getting here early." she grins.

She quirks an eyebrow at him, "If I do anything to make it worse you let me know." she tells him. "I'll send more details on Cloth visit though." she grins. After that she offers a hand to him, "Up with you." she smiles to him.

Pietro Maximoff has posed:
A shake of his head. "I do not believe magic is for me, truth be told." Pietro smirks. "Yes, a Queen and an Avenger." He shakes his head. "How our lives have changed." Quicksilver muses. "Perhaps though, if you ever wish to visit Genosha, I could introduce you." A wink.

He's up and quick about it, getting dressed in the blink of an eye - returning just as quickly. "Perhaps luck of having me here, sped up the delivery?" He teases.

"I don't believe you could make me feel uncomfortable at the moment, Micola. Honestly. And I would very much enjoy seeing Clotho again. Are you close with any of the other raptors there?"

Micola Maximoff has posed:
Micola smiles at him, "Sometimes change is for the good, Pietro." she tells him. His offer of visiting Genosha makes her look to him and there's a softer smile, "I feel like I need to learn how to properly curtsey before then." she chuckles. "Though I would love to visit. I have never been there." she admits.

While he goes to dress she is getting the pizza and there is a bit of a spring in her step, humming softly as she goes. When she returns there is a smile as she settles the pizza on the island in the kitchen, "Yeah I absolutely added the note of 'Urgent: hungry Prince, please be speedy!' to the order." she winks at him. "I've got soda, juices, water...there's wine in here as well." she tells him as she turns to the fridge to get drinks.

She looks over her shoulder, "I like the owls. They are my favorites. There is a crow there that we can't release that I'm partial to. We had a few hawks last year as well." she smiles. She grabs a soda for herself and waits to see what he would like.

Pietro Maximoff has posed:
A chuckle. "Lorna would be happy to meet you, if only to tease me." He shakes his head, amused. About what, he does not clarify. "And curtseying would work, I suppose. But I think that is only really ever required at formal occasions." A wink. "We are accepting visitors, nowadays."

"Beying royalty has it's priviledges." A smile. "Now we just need to fear for wayward assassins." He teases, clearly playful with that. "Water or wine would do fine - whichever you're having."

"I do like ravens. They are so clever. I enjoy their antics, truthfully." Pietro admits.

Micola Maximoff has posed:
Micola puts the soda she got back and pulls out water for both of them along with a bottle of the wine she got to bring back from Italy. "Why would you sister be teasing you after meeting me?" she asks him as she settles the items down on the island. "That also leads me back to something you mentioned earlier, what exactly are you bad at?" she asks him as she uncorks the wine. Glasses are gathered while she awaits his answer.

So are plates, because she absolutely cannot give him a paper plate! "I'd not want her to think that I'm trying to dodge forms of address or respect. She's a Queen after all." she tells him. "Mmm. Wayward assassins...I can bite their ankles?" she offers with a giggle as she pours wine.

"We had a few that have come back to the sanctuary after being released. They brings their little ones and introduce them to us. It's always so sweet to get to earn their trust like that." she admits. "I'd very much like to have a corvid friend." she grins.

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There's a pause from Pietro, a slow one. He motions to himself, then to Micola. "This. Socialization. I'm bad at reading such thing as well, so I don't assume anything here." A shake of his head. "My social queues are off, as... well, they just are." The man admits. "She might think we were seeing each other - and truthfully I do not know what's happening." A wry grin. "I know I enjoy your company and talking with you." Well, that's out and in the air.

"I am sure she would not think that, honestly. Again, time and place will always matter. If you didn't use her title in a formal setting, she might get miffed. Or her guard might." A smirk. "And... no biting. You don't want that taste in your mouth." The man assures.

A smile as she mentions the raven families. "It is impressive to see how agile minded they are, truthfully. How they manipulate the world and such."

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Micola slides him a glass of wine over as he gives her that slow pause. She listens to him, not giggling or anything like that. She genuinely takes in what he's telling her. She gives a soft nod after he explains that he doesn't know what is going on and there's a bit of a smile to that as she settles into a chair across from him. She opens the pizza box and lets him get a slice first. "I enjoy your company as well. We seem to get along...even if I am a little odd." she admits to him.

"I wouldn't want her to tease you, but I'm guessing either way she's going to. Sister's get those sort of rights." she grins to that. "No biting, I will put that in the notes should we ever get set upon by assassins." she points out to him. "If we get any new ravens in I'll let you know. Usually if they are young we can bring them home to rehab and honestly if they can't be released then human interaction and socialization is good for them." she explains.

She takes a sip of her wine and there is a thoughtful look to the glass before she focuses back on him, "Would you like to go on a date, Pietro?" she asks him.

Pietro Maximoff has posed:
His brow arches. "You keep mentioning that you are a bit odd, but I don't see you as such. Unique, yes. But not odd." Pietro says, honestly. Her expression is regarded, the man trying to read it for any sign of information. He's clearly not practiced in this arena of social interactions.

Quicksilver nods to her, taking up a glass as he does. "Yes, she will." He smirks. "Younger sister and all." A shake of his head. "I would very much like to see new ravens, and help where I could." A smile. "See how much they can learn."

A slight straightening as she asks him out, the man looking at a loss for a moment. "Yes." He says, after a moment, a chuckle after that. "Would you?"

Micola Maximoff has posed:
"It's a habit. One that I am trying to break. I've always been that odd duck or the weird girl who sees ghosts etc. So it just sorta becomes engrained." Micola tells him in a soft tone. "But I like Unique better." she tells him with a smile. Micola wears her heart on her sleeve, even if it is a bit guarded at times. "I'll even make a note in my calendar about the ravens for you." she tells him.

"I won't tease you in public." she promises him.

She keeps her gaze focused on him as she watches him straighten. She was bracing for a no, but there is a bright smile when he says yes. "I'd very much like to go on a date with you, yes." she tells him.