Owner	Pose
Megan Gwynn	It's only been a few hours since Thomas returned, his feathers all ruffled. After offering to more him with a bubble bath, Megan had tried not to pry much more or baby him as they settled in for. the night. Still, she is rather. enjoying g being the caretaker this time. At least she had better control over her luck affecting powers lately. The next morning she's up early, humming a happy tune as she works on breakfast. At least she's getting better at cooking these days, and nothing smells burnt as morning light peeks in through the curtain cracks in the living room bedroom./
Thomas Blake	Thomas Blake? He wakes up and smells breakfast. He isn't feeling hungry yet. He rises and catfoots it outside to regard his boat, then begins working on the engine, specifically replacing a battery and alternator. He whistles as he works, ponders where his old gang is now, inside or outside? They were good helpers. But he doesn't need a gang now, does he? That League of Assassins was troubling him. He couldn't just keep fighting outnumbered. That was a loosing game. Throwing in with Arte and Atrid wouldn't work. Their methods were too different. Too much shock and awe. Artemis reminded Thomas of Sportsmaster. Competent and skilled and wasting too much energy on bluster. He wondered did Sportsmaster know about him and Paula? Screw him.
Megan Gwynn	Megan Gwynn sighs a bit, finishing breakfast, pouring omelettes into two dishes, "Thomas? You up yet?" did he distrust her cooking? Or maybe he just wants to be alone..She sighs, staring at her omelette, nibbling a bit off the end. It tastes okay? Actually it tastes. really good. She really is getting good at cooking so why...? She pouts a bit, bringing the dishes with her towards the living room. "Thomas? You still sleeping..?"
Thomas Blake	Thomas Blake's sharp ears catch the sound of her call. "Out here on the boat!" He struggles with a bolt holding the battery fast and shoots it with some penetrating oil. Then he wipes his hands off and sits up. Is it too early for a beer? Time is an illusion. Beer is the reality. "Come on out!"
Megan Gwynn	Megan Gwynn bites her lip, stepping out the back yard. Wait what, he's got a boat? That's new.."Oh, Heey, whered you get the boat from?" she settles the tray of breakfast on a flat surface, peering at him thoughtfully, "I cooked us some Spanish omelettes..You *are* hungry, aren't you? I'd hate for it to go to waste. Hey, I'm getting pretty good at cooking too..." she laughs faintly, tilting her head to peer at him curiously. "Is everything okay..?"
Thomas Blake	Thomas Blake snakes an arm around her tiny waist and half pulls, half lifts her onto the boat. "This? I had it for a while. I got a lot of use out of it at one time. I was boating almost as son as I could swim. It was a family tradition. They were rum runners using power boats to smuggle liquor into Gotham and Metropolis. It was where my family fortune came from. I used this when I was keeping a low profile... so to speak. Right after I faked my own death." His eyes sparkle a little.