8768/Don't Call Me Xena

Don't Call Me Xena
Date of Scene:	21 November 2021
Location:	Themysciran Embassy
Synopsis:	Caitlin and Donna take Hank to visit the Themysciran embassy and learn a bit about the Amazons they are both a part of. Hank likes the statues, and likes the fact that he's back with friends he can talk about serious issues with once more.
Cast of Characters:	Donna Troy, Caitlin Fairchild, Hank Hall

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Donna Troy has posed:
    Before Doomsday, Donna had been Donna Troy, and Troia had been her code name. She had explained herself as being the latest in a line of warriors trained by an ancient mystical order based in Anatolia called the Knights of Ilium. When she left, a few months before Doomsday, she had explained that she had to return to Anatolia to complete her training. Very few people had heard of Themyscira then, and even fewer knew it was anything other than myth.

    Then Doomdsay happened. A Super who was supposedly new to the scene was instrumental in his defeat, and the world came to know about Wonder Woman. A badly-injured Caitlin befriended her in the aftermath of the battle, and Wonder Woman told Caitlin something rather surprising -- she knew where Donna /really/ was, and was planning to take Caitlin there to recover with her old friend.

    Now things are different. The world knows of Themyscira. There's a Themysciran embassy to the UN in New York, and when Donna returned to America wearing the same type of bracers Diana had and wielding a magic lasso, she barely even need to to tell anyone the truth of the matter. What's more, during her time there, Caitlin had been adopted by the Amazons as one of their own and granted the honor of being the first Amazon of 'Man's World', as the Amazons know the world beyond the shores of their island.

    All this had been a great relief to Donna -- or as people now know Troia, because that's her real name and Donna Troy was the code name -- who had hated not being able to tell her friends the truth. Since then she has done what she can to make up for that, even breaking the tradition of millennia by bringing some of the male Titans to visit the island.

    Hank hadn't had that opportunity, and while it was something Donna hoped would be repeated, it wasn't an easy thing to repeat it yet. However the Embassy is not far away, and so with Hank having returned to the tower it's inevitably not long before he receives an invitation to visit the Themysciran embassy with Caitlin and Donna, and see a little of the pair's now shared history for himself.

    The fastest way to get there is via the hyperloop, but even out of costume the three Titans are somewhat recognizable celebrities, largely thanks to Caitlin's utter inability to merge into a crowd. Car is slower, but there's less worry about autograph hunters and things may be a little too new and raw to expose Hank to that quite yet. It gives the three a bit of quiet catching up time, too. The embassy is formal and rather grand, and the receptionist that greets them is quite obviously an Amazon and might be somewhat intimidating if it wasn't for the fact that she greets their entry with a cheerful "Hello Troia! Hello Aikaterine! How are you today?"

Caitlin Fairchild has posed:
It's possible Caitlin is the most aggravating driver in the world. Predictably, she stops fully at every red light, refuses to merge aggressively, and goes exactly the speed limit. Her excuse: "It's a company car, I don't want to get in trouble with Mister Stark."

Still, they make it across town with nothing more than some scowls and a near swipe by one of New York's iconic yellow cabs. The Embassy has some modern design elements, one of them being underground parking. A big help in the Big Apple.

Caitlin elects to walk next to Hank as they head into the building, so he's not stuck bringing up the rear or forced out into the front. At some point in the last few years someone managed to beat a sense of style into her; today's ensemble is a modest knee-length skirt in grey and red tartan, a white blouse, and a black wool jacket over a simple ivory blouse. Her hair's pulled into a braid that wraps once atop her head like a laurel.

When the Amazon moves to greet them Caitlin beams a smile and shifts her small purse to her left shoulder so she can grip wrists with the other woman. "Khairete, adelphi," she says in her still-clumy Greek. She half-turns back to Hank and touches his arm, looking at the other woman. "This is Hawk. He's family," she tells her. "One of the older Titans. We thought he'd like to see the Embassy," she explains with a polite deference. After all, it'd be rude to just surge right past the reception desk without acknowledging a sister's duty there.

Hank Hall has posed:
    Hank had been told where they were going and dressed appropriately. He wore black slacks, a dark blue shirt and a lighter blue blazer. No tie for him, but it was more classy than he usually wore. At his introduction as Hawk by Cait he smiles and gives the receptionist a friendly wave.

    "I'm rather honored to be here, to be honest" he says with a small smile. "I had only heard of the word Themyscira, and hadn't connected it to... well, everything... Wonder Woman, Don--Troia, and now Cait."

    "It's a lovely place you have here" he says to all three women. "I'm just... floored, really."

Donna Troy has posed:
    Donna had not been happy with Caitlin's driving. Or the fact that they were using a Stark company car rather than one of the Titans' vehicles. Mostly this is because it meant that Caitlin was driving rather than herself. Caitlin hadn't quite said that that had been the point, but the meaning may have been apparent in her response. Caitlin dislikes Donna's driving as much as Donna dislikes Caitlin's driving, for almost the exact opposite reason. It's pretty obvious that it's a debate that the pair have had more times than they could count. Fortunately even Caitlin's slow and steady driving isn't that much of a problem until they hit NYC proper, so it doesn't go on the entire journey, and even more fortunately the journey is now over.

    Donna greets the Amazon in reception with a clash of her bracers, which the receptionist returns. They exchange a few words in rapid Themysciran, which taxes Caitlin's grasp of the language, and the pair conclude their conversation with smiles before the Amazon returns to her station at the front desk, and Donna walks the others in a little way.

"Everything you see here, Hank -- the artworks, statues, it's all Themysciran. We're pretty big on the arts. We opened a cultural center too, which has even more. We also have an arena there, and do lessons in Themysciran fighting arts. I'll arrange a private session for you if you ever want to pick up a few extra tricks. Though I'm always good for that too."

    She flashes Caitlin a knowing grin before looking back at Hank. "I've been driving the new guys pretty hard on the training. Think yourself lucky you're one of the originals, so you're spared."

    Donna seems to be in no hurry to show Hank around, letting him just take things in for the moment. "Oh... Aikaterine is Cait's Amazon name, by the way. Six months ago, Cait became an official Amazon, and the queen gave her a new name to go with it."

Caitlin Fairchild has posed:
"It was actually really convenient. Aikaterine is the Greek cognate of my name," Caitlin points out. "I could have ended up with a really goofy name, like... Troia, or something."

She sidesteps to put Hank between her and Donna and grins cheekily at the princess. "It's nice here, though," she says, agreeing with Hank with a nod. "It's not really even that old. Diana and Donna set it up just... uh, less than a year ago?" she hazards, glancing at Donna. "Of course the first people through the door was every archaeologist and anthropologist in the Western hemisphere," she observes with a dry amusement. "Nothing like having firsthand accounts of something that happened 3,000 years ago. I heard one professor had like, a conniption or something when he found out everything in the book he was writing was wrong. I think he's working at a Starbucks now."

She pauses to take off her wool jacket and hang it on a hook, along with her small purse. Gold bracelets, like those of all the Amazons, glimmer under the warm light. "But it's been good. It's just such a small slice of the pie compared to the Island itself," she admits. "But it feels very, uh... homey. You know?"

Hank Hall has posed:
    Hank is all too well aware of the position that Cait has put him in as a barrier between the pair of Amazonians. He's doing his best not to sweat. "It's gorgeous and very... I can see the Greek influence but there's something more to it as well. Something that's unique."

    At Cait's tale of the deposed professor he frowns. "Poor guy, guess he should've done his homework more... probably better that he not be in the habit of teaching others if he believes so thoroughly in falacies." See, Hank can be intellectual... when he wants to be.

    "I... am a little apprehensive about going to the island, myself..." he says, rubbing the back of his neck. "But this place... it's... peaceful. It's almost like..." He blinks. "I mean, I can feel Hawk there... but it's strange. Like he's asleep. Does that make sense?" he asks, looking between the pair.

Donna Troy has posed:
    "Yes," Donna agrees with Caitlin . "The scholars love us. Or hate us. Or both. You should see the requests for information I get every day in my e-mails. I think admitting that I was working on a translation of a comedy written by Homer that is lost to the world outside Themyscira before I have finished the translation was a mistake. There are scholars who will not leave me alone."

    She gives Hank a little shrug and a smile. "Well, Hawk comes out when there's danger," she says. "And let's face it, there's not a whole lot of danger here. Who'd be stupid enough to attack the Themysciran embassy? Diana put a lot of work into this, nobody wants to get her mad." Donna gives a quick laugh.

    "Themyscira is a peaceful place. But that's not to say it's somewhere Hawk would be out of place. We were after all created as a race of warriors . But it's a contradiction a few who have visited have commented on. It's an island of peacefulness and calm, filled with people training for combat."

    After Hank has had a little time to admire the statuary, she leads the others into an office off the side of the main reception, where there's a desk and some comfortable sofas, one of which Donna claims, sprawling comfortably. It's then that Donna springs her revenge for the name gag on Caitlin, when her guard is lowered -- giving her old friend a hefty shoulder-bump on the way through the door. The office is decorated with smaller artworks than the main reception -- no statues, but a good assortment of painted vases, busts, paintings, perhaps more interesting to some, a collection of beautifully-made arms and armor. There are a number of photos on the wall of what must be the island of Themyscira itself -- and one photograph that stands out as being not like the others, a black-and-white print showing some children playing on the remains of burned-out tank.

    "So, I guess this is my day job," Donna says. "When I'm not being a Titan, I'm being junior ambassador for Themyscira. Mostly that consists of telling people that they can't open a Starbuck's franchise there. It wasn't fun not being able to tell you guys about this, but the queen only agreed to letting the world know about Themyscira when Diana's actions during Doomsday made her the toast of the planet and it seemed like a good time to establish ourselves with all the good will. At first it was kind of just an honorary thing, but when the Warzoon invaded and we sent in the Themysciran army to smash them outside Metropolis, other countries really started taking us seriously and it's kind of taken off."

    Donna settles back in her seat, one arm stretching out over the back. "It was kind of awkward telling everyone that I hadn't exactly been honest where I came from. Especially... well, you know. Like Dick. Even he trusted us all with his true identity, and Batman wasn't exactly happy with him doing that. But I was under strict orders. So... sorry. Not really my choice. Kori was kind of hurt about it when I told her, but you know Kori. She was upset for forty seconds and then forgot about it. After that she was mostly just excited to know that one of her friends was a princess, too."

Caitlin Fairchild has posed:
Caitlin grumbles good-naturedly when she's checked by Donna on their way into the room. At least it doesn't devolve into a shoving match-- though when Donna flops onto the sofa, Caitlin sticks her tongue out at her with a childish petulance.

Nothing in the room looks safe for Caitlin to sit on, so she elects to stand, hands loosely clasped in front of her at a distance where she's not just looming over everyone once they're seated.

"To be honest Hank, I never really could wrap my head around the Lords," Caitlin apologizes to him. "I'm sorry. I know it's kind-of magic, kind-of not, I--" Shoulders rise and fall, and then she laughs.

"I called my pen pal Harley a while back, and I mentioned to her I have a friend who doesn't just *hear* voices, he speaks to them also. She told me I was gonna fail my Psych 201 class if I tried to tell the professor about some ancient aliens or whatever who give my buddy superpowers." Mirth dances in her eyes at the memory.

Hank Hall has posed:
    Hank moves to a sofa and sits down gently. He frowns at Cait for a moment and then looks to Donna. "Okay... let me ask a few questions from you and then I might be able to explain the Lords of Order and Chaos to Cait."

    "Themyscira is a haven for Greek gods and demigods and their families... right?" he asks. "Like... you're all connected at least in part to the Olympians, right?" He frowns trying to wrap his head around the concept and seeing if the possible answers will help him explain his (and Dawn's) situation to Caitlin.

Donna Troy has posed:
    "Imagine what your professor would say if you didn't stop there, Cait," Donna says with a laugh. "I also have a friend who thinks she is one of the actual Amazons from myth, another who worries about catching computer viruses, another who claims to come from Atlantis and another who thinks that if she ever gets too angry the universe will end. Oh and now I've met one who is possessed by the Cheshire Cat from Alice in Wonderland. I mean there's Dick, who just dresses up in tight clothes and sneaks out at night to beat up criminals, and your professor would probably be forced to conclude that he was the sanest person you know. Cait, the sofas are strong enough to take you or Vic, you think I wouldn't have made sure? Just be careful you don't both sit on one at the same time."

    "Themyscira... is a little hard to explain," Donna says. "I mean broadly? Yeah. It's not Olympus. It's not where the Greek gods live. However it is a place under their blessings, and I mean that literally. The soil itself is enchanted with their power. The Amazons were created almost four thousand years ago. A group of the goddesses did not appreciate the changes that had taken place in the culture that worshipped them. A series of dynasties of violent and powerful kings had formed. The world of the /theoi/ had become far less equal, and far bloodier than it had been. This too was the influence of the gods -- specifically the god Ares. The goddesses found the among the souls of dead women those which had the greatest drive to right wrongs, and raised them in new, immortal bodies as the Amazons, to fight the influence of Ares on the world. After a few hundred years things kind of went wrong, and my people left the World of Men and went into exile on the island of Themyscira. So... the Greek gods visit from time to time. In fact Caitlin has met some of them. But it's not really a haven for them, it's a haven for us." She tilts her head to the side thoughtfully, then adds "Having said that, my sister is a demigoddess."

    Donna seems to be getting a little misty-eyed talking about Themyscira like this, and she smiles a distant smile. "I'd like to show you Themyscira some time, Hank." Donna's eyes go to the photos on the walls, just a subconscious flicker. "I'd like to share my home with you. All of you. Vic didn't get to go either. I want you all to have the chance to see where I came from. To meet my /other/ family. There wouldn't be anything to be apprehensive about, I promise. Just a vacation that's a little different. Quite a lot of Amazons have learned English the last few years, you wouldn't even have to worry about that. Just see the place, eat lots of delicious food and drink lots of delicious wine, take in some live music, go to a giant kangaroo race, visit the forbidden forest and hunt mythical creatures. Pretty much like any other vacation." Donna breaks into a broad grin and shakes her head slightly.

    "Bringing the guys I've already brought there was... well, it wasn't really supposed to happen. There were extenuating circumstances. But the queen has changed her mind about a lot of things over the last few years, and it's something that can be arranged now."

Caitlin Fairchild has posed:
"They're part of the same family, yeah," Caitlin nods at Hank. "But only like, a few of 'em are worshipped, for lack of a better word. Zeus has never been on the island, at least as far as I know, and they talk about Ares like he did something personally to make them mad."

"So-- I am willing to accept the existence of the theoi, because I've seen 'em with my own eyes and talked with them," Caitlin tells Hank. "And they definitely have magic, or... whatever. On the island it seems like there's nothing they can't do. But that's why they created the Amazons, and Diana, to go do things in Man's World-- er, our world," she amends.

"So maybe it's... I don't know. Sort of the same, for you and the Lords?" she hedges. "'cause, like-- I can't turn my powers off, but you can. You don't go around set to 10 all the time. Did they ever give you a, uh, like a -reason- for being able to do what you do?"

Hank Hall has posed:
    Hank frowns. "They're sort of like the Greek Gods but... bigger I think. Like... Zeus is the god of Thunder and uhh... Ares is the god of War..." He frowns. "The Lords of Chaos are... what it says on the tin. They rule over the concept of Chaos. And Chaos is a big deal... like... pervasive to the point of destruction... so there are a group of them."

    He runs a hand through his hair. "I mean... that's what I think. Dawn has a better handle on it... I think. But... the reason?"

    He swallows and looks aside. "I... know the reason I'm just not... comfortable with it." He looks at the pair of women. "Promise you won't think it's weird or creepy or... whatever. I mean... I'm not some sort of... I'm not that way or anything. And..." he looks to the ground. "If I tell you, I want it to stay between us... if it can. At least, for now."

Donna Troy has posed:
    "We have similar concepts," Donna says. "There were entities that predated the Olympians, and some of these represented certain... universals. We know of Khaos... it is where the word in English comes from. Khaos is the oldest entity, who preceded the universe. It is a sea of potentialities, potentialities from which the first gods, including Khaos itself, arose. My gods descend from the first born, Gaia. I am sure Hank's Lord of Chaos is some expression that rose up from within Khaos, an avatar of that force. Just as D-Dawn's Lord of Law represents other abstracts. Perhaps that Lord is an aspect of Ananke, the force of necessity that creates structure from disorder."

    "Something Don once told me," Donna says, looking questioningly at Hank. "He felt that the Lords of Chaos and the Lords of Law aren't really antagonists, but think they are. Is that... would you agree with that, Hank? Or was that Don just being Don?"

    Donna leans forwards, giving a vague wave of her hand. "Hank, I'm not going to press you on anything you don't want to... look, it's me and Cait. You know you can trust us. You want to tell us something, go ahead and tell us. Four years away don't change that." She nods her head towards Caitlin, an urge to reassure Hank she agrees.

Caitlin Fairchild has posed:
"As long as it's not another secret identity," Caitlin says. Her hand slashes through the air with negative emphasis. "One per person, that's the rule, and I will not keep funding Pizza Friday like after Richard decided his new codename was 'Nightwing'." There's levity in her voice, trying to break some of the tension. Donna's nod catches her eye; she mirrors the gesture at Hank with a decisive motion. Then, she ventures a smile at Hank, the expression full of reassurance and familial affection. His secret will be safe.

Hank Hall has posed:
    Hank still looks a little hesitant but he starts to speak nonetheless. "I've done some soul searching in the four years I was away and... okay... the being that gave me the power I have as Hawk, it has a name: T'Charr. The thing inside Don--and now Dawn, the Lord of Order that gives her the power of Dove is named Terataya." He frowns. "They... are sort of using us as an experiment to the other Lords."

    "T'Charr and Terataya are in love with one another... and they have to keep it hidden... Romeo and Juliet, but on a cosmic scale..." he makes a face. "So Hawk and Dove... are their way of seeing if Chaos and Order can work together properly and if successful... then maybe they can come forward with their... feelings. I guess."

    He scrubs at his hair again, it's short enough that a mussed look seems almost natural for him. "But... don't ask me what success even means. I couldn't understand it if I tried and I'm not sure anyone short of gods or other cosmic beings like them, could either."

Donna Troy has posed:
    Donna smiles at Hank, and nods her head. "Makes them seem very human, doesn't it? But of course chaos and order an work together. I could say that you and Don proved that perfectly, but honestly it's just common sense. Chaos is too random to be of value without order imposed upon it, and order is sterile without chaos to cause it to evolve. This has been understood by philosophers for thousands of years. But yes, I think if anyone would fail to understand that simple truth, it would be the personifications of those very forces."

    She glances askance at Caitlin before tilting her head back to Hank, and raising an eyebrow. "But that doesn't seem to be something you'd be so hesitant to discuss, nor a revelation you fear would cause us to be concerned that you are weird or creepy." Her expression softens into a smile. "So, is there more Hank? Some... extension of this point? We're practically your sisters. You don't have to say more but it feels like there's more to say, and if you're going to say it to someone, might as well be us."

Caitlin Fairchild has posed:
"Golly, that does sound positively Shakespeare," Caitlin mutters. "Not that different than the /theoi/, either. Star-crossed lovers, all that. And it's kinda messed up to use you for their cruddy experiments."

Donna makes her plaintive entreaty to Hank, and Caitlin moves to Hank's side of the sofa. She tucks her skirt behind her knees and squats down on the opposite side of the arm, elbows resting on the upholster and her arms loosely stacked atop one another. It helps offset her sheer size and height so she's not looming over Hank while he looks for the words.

"I know it's been a while, but nothing's changed, Hank," she soothes. "If it helps to talk about it, we're here. If you're not ready, then that's OK, too." Her most earnest smile works across her face, both guileless and reassuring at once.

Hank Hall has posed:
    Hank frowns deeply. "With Don it was easy to just... go with the motions. He was my twin brother and we often did everything in tandem already. That's sort of why it hurt so much... other half of my soul, ya know?"

    He swallows, looking for the right words. "Now... Dawn has it. She's 20. I'm 27. That's a gulf and..." He shakes his head. "I talk to her and I feel that pull. That draw. T'Charr has been separated from Terataya for so long and vice versa... and now..."

    He shifts uncomfortably in his seat. "You see why this is hard to talk about?!" he exclaims suddenly. "I'm not... I don't even know the girl and yet... I talk to her and..." He shakes his head.

Donna Troy has posed:
    Donna's smile slips slightly wider. As revelations go it's hardly a shock, but she wasn't going to broach the question before he did. "You think when they went for round two, the lords thought maybe it would be interesting to go for a different approach to togetherness than twins, see how that would work?" She dips her head slightly, an almost-nod. "It wouldn't be surprising, would it? Especially if they feel it might be a better parallel to what they themselves have."

    She gives a quick shrug, then sits back in the seat and pulls one leg up to fold it beneath her. "She's an adult, Hank. You both are. You are strangers to each other, but you have some really important things in common. You've got a reason to spend time together, and as you spend time together and learn more about each other, you'll be better able to figure out how you both feel about each other. There's time to figure things out, and it's not worth worrying too much about it right now."

    "Mind you, there was Marv." Donna gives a shrug of her shoulders. "When I was Dawn's age I dated a guy several years older than you are now. You all told me the age difference was too much and he was kinda creepy. Maybe you were right. But I don't think the age difference was why we were wrong for each other, it was the question of maturity. Mine, specifically. I mean I'd never even spoken to a man before I was seventeen. It's... it's just down to the individuals, Hank. You'll work it out."

Caitlin Fairchild has posed:
It takes Caitlin a few beats to do the math in her head. One could almost follow the shift from puzzlement to surprise, and it expresses herself in raised brows and her mouth briefly forming a surprised 'o'.

Donna at least can take the topic head-on, giving Caitlin a beat to droop her forehead against her forearms to hold back a giggle. She composes herself and looks up, though her ears are already pinking a bit at the tips.

"I didn't say nothin' about age difference," Caitlin says, and points a finger accusingly at Donna (right through Hank's personal space). "/I/ said 'please don't pull me into this I have finals this week'," she quips.

She glances sideways at Hank and retracts her hand from out in front of him. "Oops. Anyway-- /really/?" She grimaces at him in question. "I mean forgetting the whole... Chaos... Order, thing, you two-- there's a lot going on without mixing a whole bunch of mushy stuff into it."

"And for the record, I have no strong opinion about age gaps, for Obvious Reasons," she adds with a dry amusement.

Hank Hall has posed:
    Hank nods to Cait. "See! That's the problem! There's..." he sighs. "There's a lot of bagage to unpack between us, but we talked and it was just... easy." He smiles. "I just fell into the old patterns, like I was talking to someone I'd known for years and just... catching up."

    "I haven't been able to work with her yet. Something with her school schedule... but it's going to come up soon enough" he says sucking in a deep breath. "We can't be ourselves without knowing how we are as Hawk and Dove. And that's...looming. It shouldn't be a threat, but it feels almost like one. I want to see her in action, but I'm also afraid. And I can't sort it out in my head."

Donna Troy has posed:
    "I'm sure the lords of law and chaos didn't select their avatars by sticking a pin in a list," Donna says to Hank with a wink. "Look, they picked someone who they knew would be... compatible. The way I see it, that means that at the very least you've found someone who's going to understand you, and the way I see it that's something kind of rare and special, something you should be thankful for."

    "Whatever else happens?" She raises her hands and gives a shrug that's almost comically expressive. "You'll find out. But I guess part of your worry is that you recognize a piece of what you had with Don in her. Yet you know just how well you and Don worked together, and you just don't know if you and Dawn will work together as well. And just perhaps that gives you pause, wondering what Hawk might be without the right Dove. "

    Donna takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly. "Hank, there's no guarantees. But I'd imagine they did their best to make sure they were picking a Dove who would work out with you. But you haven't lived a lifetime besides her, and there's going to be a learning curve. All I can say about that is it'll be worth finding out, and you'll have us alongside you every step of the way to help if anything goes wrong or either of you takes a wrong step."

    She turns to Caitlin, blinking a couple of times. "Either of you guys want something by the way? Something to drink or eat? Maybe we could take Hank to the cafe over at the Arts Center, get him some not /entirely/ Americanized Themysciran food to try out?"

Caitlin Fairchild has posed:
"Uh, yes? Hello? Have we met?" Caitlin tells Donna with a dry tone. "When am I not hungry?"

She looks at Hank and puts a palm on his upper arm for a reassuring squeeze. "I think what Donna's saying, in her usual, understated way-- 'don't push it'," she observes. "Just, y'know. Be, uh, chill about it. Stuff."

The hand on his arm flops once, equivocating, and then Caitlin sighs heavily. "Yeah, that's terrible advice, I know." She claps his shoulder twice. "Well, you know we still love you no matter what," she tells Hank, and beams a smile before getting up. "Let's get a bite to eat. Being hungry makes everything seem bigger than it is."

Hank Hall has posed:
    Hank gives both women a smile. "I missed this..." he says, rising as well. "It's like having a big and little sister that I didn't even know..." he looks first to Donna then to Cait. "Both who could easily suplex me into oblivion if I step out of line, too. Which is a plus with me."

    "I'm pretty famished too" he admits. "Skipped breakfast this morning trying ti dig up this..." he holds out his arms, admiring the buisiness casual look he's sporting. "Been a while since I've needed to wear a suit that isn't my dress blues."

    He follows along behind the pair, adding with a grin. "As long as you don't try to turn me into a foodie, I'm game for trying anything and everything."