16954/Phoebe and Robbie have some downtime in 3A. Must be time for a Spanish Lesson!

Phoebe and Robbie have some downtime in 3A. Must be time for a Spanish Lesson!
Date of Scene:	18 January 2024
Location:	Apartment 3A (Phoebe's Apartment)
Synopsis:	What it says on the tin. Downtime, guitar, Phoebe sings to Robbie, all very sweet.
Cast of Characters:	Phoebe Beacon, Robbie Reyes

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Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    3A is almost always warm. Whether it be because a demon actually fixed the boiler at some time, the fact that the apartment didn't really 'fit' in the building space allotted to it, or because the thermostat was actually broken, the apartment was typically cozy in temperature and comfortable, especially for Gotham City.

    The icy rain splattered like steel needles against the windows as Phoebe sat in the overstuffed chair, the amber acoustic guitar in her hands as she picks out a few chords. There's soup on the stovetop. Bread cooling on the counter. An animal skull hanging over on the working circle Phoebe kept in her apartment (though what animal didn't seem to be local), and the TV was set up to Telenovelas, where the Spanish text scrolled on the bottom.

Robbie Reyes has posed:
    Outside weather was not really a problem for Robbie. He seemed content once he got inside the apartment, leaving the drain and chill of the night behind. And of course, what manner of chill could survive Phoebe's presence?

    He listens to the telenovela in the background, lips quirking a bit at the latest revelation, as he returns from the kitchen, sliding onto the arm of the chair and leaning against Phoebe.

    "Gonna play me a song, munequita?"

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    Phoebe looks up as the apartment door opens and closes, and she spots Robbie. Of course, esay to spot, the apartment's not all that big.

    "Ay, Jefe!" she greets him, and looks to the TV screen and rubs the back of her neck, giving a small laugh. Caught, and guilty, of trying to learn more Spanish. At least it's not Duolingo.

    That owl is evil, she's sure of it.

    "Mmm, I could play you a song -- do you want, what, Beatles?" she questions with a small grin. "Some church songs? I learned guitar at Church Camp, for real."

Robbie Reyes has posed:
    Laughing at that notion, Robbie grins. "Oh, please, chica, don't take me to church." He nudges her. "But yeah, if you can do some Beatles, let's hear it."

    He seems content to linger on the chair for now, looking down at her, as he slides his arm around her shoulder. His gaze goes back to the tv. "What's happening here?" he asks. Is this a quiz?

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    "Dunno, I could take you to Church. Dunno if it'd improve either of our standings." Phoebe replies playfully, giving a strum of the guitar, and she looks up to the Spanish captioning scrolling along the screen. Her head tilts a moment. She purses her lips, and leans against Robbie's side as he looms over her on the chair arm.

    "Primos -- they're cousins. I think they're having an argument over their grandmother's fortune -- abuela, I know that one because of you -- and they're complaining about... a governor? I think?" she trails off. "I'm still like, baby-learning Spanish, Robbie. Lemmie be, this is like the ninth language I'm learning!" she protests gently, tilting her head back so that her cheek's against his stomach, and she looks up at him, sitting on the arm of the wide chair.

    "I could try to sing in Spanish."

Robbie Reyes has posed:
    "She's pregnant," Robbie says, pointing at one of the women. "Not embarassed."

    The notion of her singing in Spanish, though? "Ok, let's hear it." He flashes a grin. Teasing aside, he knows that she would not offer it unless she was confident in what she was going to do.

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    "Pregnant, pregnant, embarazada -- embarazada --" Phoebe repeats, keeping the word to herself, and her cheeks give a bit of color, darkening as Robbie takes her up on her singing in Spanish.

    "Okay. But you're not allowed to laugh, okay?" she states, and she turns herself in the chair, so that her back is against his legs, partially so that she's not looking at him (because she'll know when she messes up a word). She stretches her hands a moment, and then begins to strum.

    "Si, sabes que ya llevo un rato mirandote, tengo que bailar contigo hoy. Vi que tu mirada ya estaba llamandome, muestrame el camino que yo voy o/`" she begins, and it's very clear she's been practicing pronunciation.

Robbie Reyes has posed:
    "That one always gets white folks," replies Robbie with a grin.

    As Phoebe prepares to play, he nods, and offers a smile. "I would never laugh at you for trying, Phoebe. I'm impressed already at the effort." He settles back to listen, and as she starts to play, his smile broadens. He says nothing, simply absorbing, nodding along with her efforts. Appreciative of the pronunciation, to be sure.

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    Phoebe would point out, ordinarily, that she was raised by white folks. And some would argue still was. Sure, Zatanna had Turkish roots, Talia was mixed Middle Eastern, but most of her mentors have all been... really rather monochrome white. Phoebe plays on, and not only is her pronunciation really good, but it definitely sounds like she used all of her Bat skills to drill herself in the translation. She knows *exactly* what she's saying in the song.

    Luckily, her nerves only stand the first verse and refrain, because she begins giggling in nervousness as she hits a sour chord, and then just leans her head back on Robbie's legs and looks up at him.

    "Better than my situational awareness of the pregnancy, huh?" she asks in an embarrassed (or avergonzada!) manner.