9183/Impromptu Dinner

Impromptu Dinner
Date of Scene:	20 December 2021
Location:	Royal Dragon Restaurant - Hell's Kitchen
Synopsis:	Impromptu Christmas Dinner with the Furiae and Matthew Murdock!
Cast of Characters:	Daisy Johnson, Jane Foster, Matthew Murdock, Jemma Simmons

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Daisy Johnson has posed:
It all started at the couch after an intense workout followed by a nice shower. Best way to spend a day off from SHIELD ... And now? She was lying back with Director Furry atop her and pawing at her face.

"You know what would be great tonight, Matt?" A look up at her better half and a smirk on her lips, "No, not -that-. I know that smirk." a pause. "Well, that too." mischief on her tone! "Buuut, I meant asking the Furiae to dinner. Because while you have met them in one way or another you still need to meet at least one in a non-mission context. We can go to the Dragon. Familiar grounds and all that. Besides, I am always telling them that it tastes better eating there than actual takeout."

It's the kind of tone that won't take no for an answer so she sets herself sending messages to the Furiae group

> You are promptly summoned to meet me and Matt at the Royal Dragon. Food is on us! Be there, 8PMmmmmmamsfg

>Sorry, Director Furry intervened in the message.

And he did. The rascal pawing at her phone like a professional. Maybe he wants an instagram.

Yet with dinner set it's time to go, and at 8pm they will be there!

Jane Foster has posed:
The summons of Director Furry are ignored at one's peril. Especially when emphasized with mmm, the multiple Ms insisting that this is no minor issue. Jane Foster may challenge the All-Father and big red demons, but she will not override a cat.

Cue several boxes of cookies assembled later, tucked into a bag, and she calls out to Eowyn, "Make sure to let him know I'll be home before dawn! He can listen to the Thelonious record, but you have to turn it on." That's right, someone in her household cannot operate a record player.

Two guesses and the first one is wrong if you selected Blackagar Boltagon. He knows how to use a record player.

A cross-Manhattan visit might be easier through an unconventional method, but explaining that to anyone would be too much trouble. The subways around Hell's Kitchen are a mess given the trouble happening there over the weekend, so she hoofs it like a good urbanite does, singing a Christmas carol through most of the way. Footsteps turn to Daisy and Matt's building, and she takes a deep, sustaining breath that she doesn't actually need.

Christmas in the city with friends. Somehow it brings a quiet grin to her lips. It helps. Because in two days, death rounds the corner in an easily, preferably forgettable anniversary. Deathiversary? Up she goes.

Matthew Murdock has posed:
Smiling at the suggestion Matt says, "Sure, set it up," as he finishes towling his hair dry. "Gimme a sec to look presentable and I'll be good to go."

He's true to his word a few moment's later he's got his hair brushed (somehow) and he's in one of his Columbia University sweatshirts and a pair of jeans. No suit and tie since it's friendly get together, but since it's SHIELD friends his ultra thin Daredevil suit is on under hiw casual wear. "Shall we?" he asks offering Daisy his arm before they head out for the restaurant.

Daisy Johnson has posed:
Daisy certainly noticed the thin daredevil suit. "We are going to the Dragon.." she says, a brow arching, "... not an Hydra infested den or ..." she stops, letting out a sigh. "Well, you are right. One never knows what may happen when we get together..." all the ingredients for an explosive cocktail!

Daisy also goes on jeans though her sweater is more festive. Wooly and warm, of a red color with the hems in white. Like a veritable Santa. Just no hat..., or beard. Hooking her arm along with Matt and off they go towards the Dragon. Which really is but a small walk from her apartment. Small blessings. It's cold outside for sure but there's a festive ambience even here in Hell's Kitchen. During Christmas is when people come together and in the Kitchen it's no different. It helps that certain vigilantes have been making a point of keeping the streets clean too so many feel safe in coming out. Walking the streets. Shopping. Or even going to restaurants like they are doing!

"Jane!" She lifts one hand up to wave at her friend when she spots her close by. "Right on time. The restaurant is over there." she points, closing in to offer Jane a Daisy-hug. "How are you doing? Glad you could make it." she leads them towards the restaurant and opens the door, ushering them in.

Jemma Simmons has posed:
> Will be slightly tardy. Research took unexpected turn.

Ever just read a message and instantly know the voice? The short two sentence text is undeniably all too polite and unmistakably British. It seems that Jemma, ever the over-achiever, has something in the pot that she wants to make sure doesn't boil in her absence. Which...knowing Jemma, is probably for the best.

There isn't another text for a bit. But, there doesn't need to be. Jemma may not necessarily get out of the Trisk on the regular basis...but she certainly knows how to get to Hell's Kitchen. And, she isn't afraid to drive herself, either. As the trio walk into the dragon, a little smart car pulls around the corner....finding a spot just big enough for itself nestled between two larger vehicles that don't seem to believe in the magic of parking space lines. Still...it is big enough for the small vehicle to nestle in there...and therefore good enough for Simmons. Out she gets, dashing across the street to the Dragon...

...and follows the trio in, just a few minutes later. "S...sorry about the delay. I hope I didn't leave you all waiting." Of course she didn't, but Jemma's gotta apologize anyways. It is practically written into her DNA.

Jane Foster has posed:
Everyone likes Royal Dragon deliciousness, and that's Jane included. She hastens her pace, easily mistaken for anyone out there due to her somewhat heavy coat rimmed in a fake fur halo. But the smile is all hers, along with a flappy rainbow scarf in a million different colours and patchwork wrapped around her throat twice and left to wave to the world. Whovian? Surprise, who would've thought?

"I order far too much from it, let's put it that way. The one spot we regularly do, other than a delicious Indo-Chinese place that makes total magic out of curry and such." She breaks into a grin and closes in, all normal humming self and vital grace. Never mind she's a bundle of sheer raw energy in all ways. "Hello, Matt! I'm stealing Daisy for a hug while she's playing doorwoman." Moving to let him pass, she snags that hug. "I brought you homemade cookies. Do not eat them all. The orange bag at the bottom is for your furry overlord."

She works well in dark hues, shedding that puffy coat when Jemma blows in like a sprinter. Or close enough; traffic is always bad on one-way streets in the thick of the Kitchen. "Good to see you too, Jems!"

Matthew Murdock has posed:
"Never know with you SHIELD types," he teases Daisy about his choice to wear the suit under his clothes. Though in all since they started dating his opinion of SHIELD has greatly approved.

As the others arrive Matt smiles greetings to Jane and Jemma as they appear. "Not at all," he assures Jemma. "Just got here ourselves."

"And borrow away Jane," Matt urges as he slips past her into the restaurant. The owner greets him and he gets them a table for four in the corner, the waiter leaving menus and promising to be right back with tea.

"So, how's everyone been?" he asks as he takes a seat and tucks his cane away.

Daisy Johnson has posed:
> Hurry or Director Furry shall have words with you! <image attached of said Director Furry pawing at the phone. What a vicious, small cat!>

And an experienced doorwoman she appears to be, "Would it surprise you if I told you I worked at a restaurant eons ago?" She did escape the orphanage so often that she needed to get some jobs! "Mmm, cookies. I cannot guarantee I won't eat them all but I will make the effort." a wink and she follows them on to the table, turning when Jemma comes in. She grins. "Glad you could make it, Pop- I mean Jemms." Someone is having too much fun with that new codename they got for Jemma apparently. And yes, Jemma gets a Daisy-hug too. Just as tight as Jane got! Which means real tight. But then they are free to sit down as they will.

"The advantage of coming here to eat is that we can have stuff that they normally don't have for take out like ..." and she points at the menu, "The scallops with black bean sauce.." a pause. "But more importantly." and she whispers the last words, "... the vanilla ice cream. Sinful."

She settles down next to Matt, bumping her shoulder with his and relaxing, "It's good to have a night to just relax and be with friends.."

Jemma Simmons has posed:
"Oh no, you. I am not Julie Andrews. Don't you dare!" There is a bit of good-natured admonishment...admonishment that disappears the moment that Daisy hugs Jemma. Then...there really isn't much of complaints afterwards.

Though...Jemma still isn't all that fond of the codename.

In any case, the embraces continue, as Jemma pauses to give Jane a hug, although not nearly as tight...and then Matt himself is greeted with a verbal "Hello..." before Jemma shifts to find a place to sit. Which is where ever there is room.

"I had to run out and not tell Fitz where I was going. I mean, really...if he knew I was coming here, he would have had a list of items for me to bring back. And really....once in a while he needs to get out. You have spoiled him too much with your food bribes, Daisy." A laugh..."However, seriously...thank you for the invite. Be sure to thank your feline companion, too."

Jane Foster has posed:
Going straight for the table gives Jane an opportunity to put the bags of cookies down, and therefore Matt or Daisy can make the most of them if Jemma doesn't. There are names on tags to help with that. "Treats are life, though Fitz needs to pony up his own. If he's not going to come out of the lab, he has to provide us with nutritional and delicious snacks once in a while. Being married to the job isn't healthy."

So speaks the brunette as she drops into a seat, drawing her feet beneath her and grinning at the assembled. "Ice cream and scallops? You're on your own on that one." Deliberate misdirection makes peeking at the standard menu easy, though they surely will end up with plates of bao and other goodness piled to the rafters at this rate.

Relaxation at this time of year... Her laugh rings softly. "How long do you think it will last, this chance to get out? I expect your cat will interrupt us first."

Matthew Murdock has posed:
Matt chuckles. "Not at the same time," he says about the ice cream and scallops, "Anyhow order away, whatever you guys want, I've got the tab tonight. Also, thanks for the cookies, I'll try to keep Daisy from finishing them before we leave," he says giving his girlfriend a teasing grin at that last.

As for interuptions? "Well unless Boxer has learned to use the phone we should be safe, as for any other interruptions, likely on your side of things, my office is on break until after Christmas, the benefits of coming out ahead in that mutant town civil case." For once the offices of Nelson and Murdock were not paid in pie.

Daisy Johnson has posed:
"Oh, but I dare.." Daisy eyebrow-waggling at Jemma, grinning in a teasing manner. Amusement only grows when the first thing Jemma speaks of is, of course, Fitz. Of course. She nods her head as if fully expecting it. "Well, you will bring him something from us. I am sure we can put in a cookie or three for his share. And next time we bring him as well. You are right in which he spends way too much time in there. It's our duty to get him out before he develops roots. Which speaking of, have you thought on a christmas gift for Fitz, Jemma?" funny on how she only asks Jemma about a gift for Fitz.

As Jane and Matt go about dissing on her choices of food she gasps, "Do you think of me as a barbarian? I would never eat warm food and icecream together." a look to Matt, "..., no word out of you." because yes, she may have indulged in the past in doing such. But only Matt knows that!

"Was quite the win for Nelson and Murdock. And more importantly. To mutant rights." She says, her tone showing how proud she is of Matt's accomplishment.

Jemma Simmons has posed:
Well....a gift wasn't necessary on Jemma's mind. However, when Daisy asks, it doesn't take much for Jemma to figure out something. "Oh, I don't know. It really wouldn't be hard, though, you know." Jemma slides into her comfort level and, in the process, probably exposes that she knows much more about Fitz than the two ever let on normally. "Probably season passes to the Manchester United football games. But, you know, he would actually have to get out of the lab to see them. Which would be rather evil of me, if you look at it that way. After all, we did want him to get out more, yes?"

Oh...but then Jemma realizes what has happened. She fell into Daisy's clever ploy to open up about their relationship, Fitz and Simmons. And...with a smirk, Jemma shakes her head. "Clever move." Then, a switch of topics. "What about you? Got anything planned for your holiday gift giving? Perhaps we can help Matt here determine what you plan on getting him for the holidays. I am sure that will be fun."

Jane Foster has posed:
"Throw in a uniform and you might have an excellent option there. I've all but given up on finding anything clever and I leave the ideas of crafted items to those with a talent for it. I've been too busy pondering how to make space suits after SWORD brought me questions." Dr. Foster, space gear creator, far cry from her usual forte. Or is it? She casts a sidelong look to Jemma and then Daisy, and utters an amused sigh for Matt. Her presence, as ever, is warm and steady. "She's terrible, truly. I haven't anything to hide from the likes of /that/ woman."

Oh, but she does. It merely happens to be a facade for goodwill and bright, sparkly delights.

"Do either of you have anything you want for the holidays? That's all of you. The least I can do for sitting about gathering dust," she adds with a merry tone.

Matthew Murdock has posed:
Matt mimes zipping his mouth at Daisy's threat, before taking a sip of some tea. "Oh right, Daisy told me about Fitz, how is he these days Jemma?" what did Daisy tell Matt about Fitz, that's the question. As for presents, "I dunno, peace and goodwill for all mankind?" he suggests wryly. "But seriously, ask Daisy I'm the worst to shop for, I'm used to living pretty simple."

Daisy Johnson has posed:
Daisy's eyes twinkle at Jemma as she goes on about those gifts. "The trick will be to buy two season tickets. Get him a buddy to go and he won't miss a game because he will feel guilty about it." Oh yes, Daisy knows Fitz real well too. "Maybe Lance, isn't he crazy about soccer too?" see? Instant suggestion for gifts!

Though Daisy can't stay quiet when Jane goes and just straightforward lies about not having anything to hide! "Oh, you have your secrets.." and the look she gives her is that she is on to her! "But tonight you are safe from my scrutiny." she tells the astrophysicist.

"And I got nothing planned, well not yet. It's always hard for me to get those ideas rolling. No tradition in it. This is why I am getting Matt some socks." she then nudging him with an elbow. "I kid, I kid. I will have something good for you." she tells him. "Though it's true enough, it's like he lives like a monk. Only pies and lawyer suits."

Jemma Simmons has posed:
"Well....now that is a novel idea." Jemma taps her chin lightly. "Though, season tickets are *quite* expensive, depending on where one wants to sit at. However, it might be possible..." A pause as she turns to Daisy. "It's *football*, Daisy. Not soccer. Don't ever let Fitz hear you say 'soccer' around him. He has a speech specially prepared for the eventuality. Trust me, it is easier to just comply beforehand." Apparently, Simmons has heard the 'speech' a fair number of times. "Though...I don't know about Lance. I don't think he is a Man U fan. At least, judging from the rows I heard from both of them when the games are on."

Yes. Jemma listens.

"Though, honestly, for me? I really do not need anything. I am quite content with my friends and the occasional food bribe." A wink is delivered...a joke from the good Doctor? Apparently miracles can happen on Christmas.

Jane Foster has posed:
"Which means you need nothing practical and everything else shall have to be more interesting. I know exactly what I want to do, then." How glib that is, all in all. Jane has plans, and that might be a profound danger for everyone involved. "Where are those noodles? Pies and lawyer suits are better choices than a life of crime or tracksuits. Imagine, the sort of people who wear nothing but tracksuits all day long? I side with Matt, Daisy-bean."

And naturally Jemma, who knows how to defend football from the proper quarters. "You need something, Jemma. I may have to think on it. Probably a leather duster, so you can terrorize the neighbourhood in style?"