9329/Cat's in the Cradle with the Silver Spoon

Cat's in the Cradle with the Silver Spoon
Date of Scene:	28 December 2021
Location:	Avengers Mansion - Kitchen
Synopsis:	No description
Cast of Characters:	Felicia Hardy, Greer Grant

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Felicia Hardy has posed:
    A slow Tuesday morning in the dull down time between holidays means most people aren't focused on the normal grind of life, but are instead much more focused on their leisurely mental and physical recharge of life. One such person is The Black Cat, who might still be getting comfortable walking around in the Avenger's mansion as she's still in the tight cat suit, and is just now setting down a plate at the table.

    A plate with an omelet that wafts heavenly flavors and the Cat takes a moment to breath it in before plucking her cutlery and beginning to enjoy her breakfast.

Greer Grant has posed:
Tigra smells the eggs because of course she does, but doesn't really care. The smell of leather is more interesting, difficult to describe in a way humans can understand, but dark and pleasantly musky. It leaves a perceptible-to-her trail toward the kitchen, where the fridge and a plate of cold cooked chicken breasts await her. Tigra's big on protein these days.

Tigra fetches her plate of birdmeat and a big ol glass of water. She experimentally nibbles the chimkin before deciding it needs no more seasoning and takes the fridge-cold meat out to the dining area, where she spots the source of the leather smell: a black suit lined with white fur. And oh, look, it has a human inside it, eating an egg. Whaddayaknow.

"Morning," Tigra greets, walking slowly as she does, her gait calculated to give the suit-wearing lady a chance to say something. Tigra, for her part, is wearing her usual bikini but has the just-woke-up chills, so she's wearing about as much clothes as you'll ever see on her: a t-shirt several sizes too big for her, so big it hangs off her like a poncho, her right shoulder poking out through the neckline.

Felicia Hardy has posed:
    Felicia looks up, domino mask still obscuring a small portion of her face, and gives a small smile towards Tigra, her fingers spinning and locking the fork between her digits so she can wave gently and politely towards the true Avenger.

    "Morning back atcha." Says Felicia, blue eyes drinking in the much more fur lined cat woman with a sultry confidence that the burglar wears too comfortably. "I don't thibk we've met just yet, as I KNOW I'd remember someone as unique as yourself." Pause, "I'm Black Cat." Felicia says casually, but keeps her given name to herself, still playing with her cards held close to her chest.

Greer Grant has posed:
Tigra's used to being stared at, and she's had a lot of practice not letting it tense her up, though her traitor tail sways like a pendulum as if out of her control. She ignores it. "Hi, Black Cat. I'm Tigra. I must have missed you joining while I was out doing my stray cat thing." Whatever THAT means. "You been here long?"

Felicia Hardy has posed:
    "Love the name, and the whole, tiger aesthetic thing you're rocking." Felicia notes, smiling softly as she leans forward against the table with her chin falling into her waiting hand.

    "Me, no, I'm still getting my claws into the whole, goody two shoes life, but I'm doing my best and doing all the training I can. When I get the free time." Felicia lifts her free hand to poke at her omelet with her fork as she keeps looking at Tigra, as if she were entranced and slowly, carefully memorizing the woman's stripes. "Sorry, I shouldn't stare." Cat says, appologizing as she leans back away from the table and straightens her back before taking another bite.

Greer Grant has posed:
Tigra, still standing there with her plate of chicken in hand (and a lot of it; there must be at least a solid pound of meat on that plate), shakes her head at Black Cat. "Don't worry about it. The longer I've been Tigra, the more I get to be like a cat, so people looking at me makes me feel nervous, like they're sizing me up for an attack even when they're, uh." She smiles knowingly, and leaves it wryly, "Obviously not doing that. Mind if I join you?"

Felicia Hardy has posed:
"Oh! Of course you can join me. And, I'm sorry. I don't mean to stare." Felicia says, averting her eyes finally and taking a momsnt to adjust her cat suit, and to make sure there's no egg on her any where.

    "So, when you say, 'Your stray cat thing' what do you mean? Like wandering in dark alleys and living your life exactly how you want to in that specific moment?" Felicia asks, sounding like she might have an idea or two about living life like that herself. Maybe some experience.

Greer Grant has posed:
Tigra's lips quirk to the right. "Shame. I prefer it when people meant to stare." She shrugs lightly to herself, making her smock of a t-shirt wave around her, but sits at the opposite end of Black Cat's table and regards the other woman carefully. She decides she can confirm there is indeed no egg on Black Cat's suit.

"Sometimes being around people is a little too much for me, so I wander off until I've recharged my batteries, is all. I guess it is me living my life how I want to in the moment, but it sounds like you mean something different?" She glances at Black Cat's hands and is tempted for a moment not to mimic the other woman--to eat with her hands without concern for whether it looks appropriately ladylike--but sighs inwardly. She's not trying to scare anyone off. Fork and knife it is, then. Good thing the chicken is well-cooked enough a butter knife can cut it with just a bit of sawing.

Felicia Hardy has posed:
    "If the invite is unspoken, then I suppose we both tend to invite the stares of others." The theif says with a knowing smirk and even a playful wink for good measure but she pauses watching Greer carefully as she sits.

    Leaning forwards onto her elbows and examining Greer with an openness she didnt earlier, Felicia asks, "Are you filtering yourself for my sake?" A blonde eyebrow twitching up over her mask. "I mean, I live my life how I want, but with your appearance I feel you need to be much more independent and sometimes introverted than even I might, but that's an assumption, and I'm wrong, sometimes. But if you're not comfortable, I'm not comfortable..."

Greer Grant has posed:
Tigra outright smirks at that one, and sets down her fork with a piece of chicken still on it. "Of course I'm uncomfortable. You're a stranger intruding on my territory. I'll get over it the more I get to know you, and part of getting to know you is following the rules for these things so we both feel safe and like our comfort matters to the other person." She shrugs again (did any of that speech sound like it pairs with a smirk? That was weird) and picks up the fork again. Her teeth look perfectly human, despite the fur and claws. "It's all part of me trying to navigate being me. Well, that and me not really wanting to leave greasy fingerprints on everything I touch."

Oh, THAT was the smirk.

Felicia Hardy has posed:
    A copy smirk follows and a subtle chuckle from Felicia causing her to jiggle in her seat, shoulders down as she loosens up still. "Depends where the finger prints are I suppose." Cat notes with a devious glint briefly in her eyes before she's taking another bite of her omelet. "But hey, at least it's only finger prints and your not bunting everything. Not that I would complain either way."

Greer Grant has posed:
Tigra smiles wryly. "That's for marking someone as family. You're cute and everything, but I don't think we're quite at the stage where we're gonna put a ring on it."

Felicia Hardy has posed:
    "A RING?!" Felicia says with some force and he eyes popping wide but the facade quickly dissolves, and Felicia relaxes her body language. "I don't think you be too worry about putting a ring anywhere on me, I'm already spoken for in that department. Or at least I hope I am." She notes shrugging one shoulder.

Greer Grant has posed:
Tigra nods along. "You hope? Is that anything you can talk about without ruining the whole, uh, you know?" She uses her forefinger to draw a figure eight around her eyes, mimicking Black Cat's mask, if obscurely.

Felicia Hardy has posed:
     Felicia looks confused and then it clicks and she smirks, "Oh, I expect some ruinage, but all things come to an end, and I'm sure if the word family gets thrown around, I have to ruin my figure as well, but that's not a problem for today, is it?" Cat smiles warmly, and finishes her omelet and leans back, and sighing contentedly. "What about yourself, any hot dates?"

Greer Grant has posed:
Tigra shakes her head and sets her chicken down. "Nah. I'm in kind of a weird place for that, honestly. I'm still attracted to humans even though I'm not one any more, which I wasn't sure would stay the case; but the responses I get on dating apps are all from such awful men I'm giving serious thought to seeing if Hank or Reed or someone can invent a raygun that will turn me gay. Though to be fair, Reed would probably refuse because a raygun can be weaponized, but I bet a gayification chamber would be his style."

Felicia Hardy has posed:
    Felicia slowly lowers her fork to her empty plate as her face grows more and more shocked. The thief swallows her words before she says something upsetting and instead smiles and moves to stand up.

    Without asking, Felicia sits next to Greer and leans slightly to bump her shoulder against the tigerwoman's "I think what might help is that you need a wing man with up and to go out, not use those dating apps." Felicia some but turns to whisper into Greer's ear, "Though I know many women that might be disappointed that you are straight too."

Greer Grant has posed:
Tigra shoots Felicia a wry look (and makes eye contact as she does it, which given how their conversation started probably means something) before glancing regally away. "Never said I'm straight, but the dating pool is what it is. Specifically in my case, it's full of fish who want me to dress up like a French maid and call them senpai."

Felicia Hardy has posed:
    Felicia doesn't look away, she oozes confidence, especially while wearing the cat suit and she smooths out the lines of her suit down her legs for a moment as she looks deeply into Greer's eyes. "Darling." The socialite of Hardy's character shows as she continues. "You are exquisite and powerful. You shouldn't be doing what any 'fish' wants you to do. You're the tigress, you make the rules and break them as you see fit."

Greer Grant has posed:
Tigra smirks. "I didn't say I do it. I said it's what they want me to do." She shrugs. "And anyway, I'm not trying to find someone whose rules I want to break. I'm old enough that fun is fun but I'd rather have the real thing, you know?"

Felicia Hardy has posed:
    "Right! Absolutely, my mistake. Just trying to be helpful." Felicia explains before standing back up and returning to her previous seat.

    The thief takes a deep breath and curses herself below her breath, as she sits back down. "You'll find something real, and my offer to go out with you to find someone is still on the table, any time you need it." Felicia says, her mouth twitching to a side as she feels kind of awkward now. She knows better than to presume and yet here she is, putting her foot in her mouth like the spider does so often.

Greer Grant has posed:
As Felicia tries to stand up, Tigra grabs the other woman's leatherclad wrist in one hand. Her expression is hard to read, but it might be kind as she says slyly, "I also didn't say you aren't helpful. So siddown." She tugs the human's arm downward for emphasis. "Come on, how could I turn down your offer to let me know who you are under the mask?"

Felicia Hardy has posed:
    Felicia looks down her arm to the furred hand at her wrist and notes the harsh contrast of the similiar heroines themes. Herself being black and white accents, and the woman in an oversized t-shirt being tiger stripped and a brilliant orange. Felicia takes a moment before she lowers herself back onto the chair beside Greer and then she recoils with her eyebrows and eyes widening fully for the briefest moment in surprise.

    "Tigra, you're a bold one, I haven't even taken off my mask for my girlfriend yet. But... I suppose if we're going to be on the same team... I don't think it could hurt?" Felicia asks, looking away and ending back on Tigra's eyes, seeking an answer to her last question. Could it hurt to share her secret?

Greer Grant has posed:
Once Black Cat has obediently sat down, Tigra releases her arm, rests an elbow on the table, and her cheek on her fist. Her cheek seems just a little bit rounder as her knuckles displace the fur around it. "How were you imagining you'd be my wingwoman without taking off your mask? Walk me through that one."

Felicia Hardy has posed:
    Felicia has to look away in thought. "I mean, you're wearing a mask at all times, aren't you in some way, and I was figuring-" Felicia is kind of rambling as she tries and puts her thoughts to words while thinking them at the same time. "That if I'm wearing my mask it'll make you more approachable, or I'll take some of the crazies away from you? People see me in this-" Felicia motions towards her outfit with the zipper low enough to give a show and an unspoken invitation to gawk, "They tend to be a little, flustered and out of their normal minds."

Greer Grant has posed:
Tigra glances down herself pointedly, then back up at Black Cat, her eyebrows raised and her smile meaningful. She doesn't say anything, trusting her glance to be eloquent enough.

Felicia Hardy has posed:
    "Don't look at me like that. I'm trying to help." Felicia says, leaning to the side so she can bump the tigress, shoulder to shoulder. "And no, I don't think you're out of your normal mind just because I put some clevage in front of you. You seem... better than that."

Greer Grant has posed:
Tigra waves that away. "Don't worry about it. But seriously, I'm not wearing a mask right now. I wasn't born Tigra, but Tigra is who I am, now. Changing back to human just feels wrong these days, like I'm in the wrong body. So this is me being me, with you."

Felicia Hardy has posed:
    "So, you're wanting a tit for tat, is that what I'm reading between the lines?" Felicia says, leaning back in the chair, and putting her arm up on the back while reaching out to run a finger through Greer's hair, idly playing with a few strands while keeping her eyes locked onto the heroine. Felicia crosses her legs and taps her other hand's nails against her knee. "Deal. I'll let you in on my secret."

Greer Grant has posed:
Tigra's toes bend upward to kick Black Cat's ankle with the soft ball of her foot, minimizing the impact and maximizing the playfulness. "No, I'm about half teasing you and half wondering about the logistics of whatever situation we're in where I'm trying to get a date while you're still wearing a mask," she explains. Smiling a little, she shakes her head. "I didn't realize I've gotten this bad at communicating with humans. I need to work on that. But my point is, you don't have to tell me anything you don't want to."

Felicia Hardy has posed:
    "But we're team mates. We're on the same side. We're supposed to be helping each other." Felicia notes, still curling some of Greer's hair around her finger. "And stop doubting yourself, you're not bad at communicating." Felicia says, letting go of the hair to reach her finger out, mindful of her own claws and booping Greer's nose. "I feel like you're confused with how you should be behaving. Or your worried about what others think about you. That's not how cats should behave." Felicia winks.