Owner	Pose
Jane Foster	[TXT to: Blackagar] Care to pick up takeout and clear your schedule for the rest of the evening? I was thinking either Mediterranean from Leyla or Chinese from... Hui, maybe? Down on 70th?
Jane Foster	[TXT to: Blackagar] Or maybe spring for some sushi? We haven't had it for a while. I've been binging Babish as usual, so it's all pesto and tiramisu in here.
Blackagar Boltagon	[TXT] I can pick up whatever... from wherever. Would you prefer the Sushi from that one place we visited in Kyoto? Be at the apartment by 8?
Jane Foster	[TXT to: Blackagar] Sugoi. :) Any of the omikase is fine, but if they have kanpachi or branzino...
Blackagar Boltagon	[TXT] Your usual preferences will be picked up. Would you like some noodle dish as well?
Jane Foster	[TXT to: Blackagar] Zaru soba and an abundance of tsuyu sauce never goes wrong. Though if you want to share something hot...
Jane Foster	[TXT to: Blackagar] Dessert is ready and I can get out the good sake.
Blackagar Boltagon	[TXT] As you wish. You know. From the Princess Bride.
Jane Foster	[TXT to: Blackagar] Have fun storming the castle. Death cannot stop true love.
Blackagar Boltagon	It is only a shade after 8 when Blackagar arrives, the mist of the teleportation left behind by Lockjaw dissipating as he steps forward. The Best Boy has other things going on, and you really don't ask Lockjaw what he's up to on days like this. So the quick trip to Kyoto to pick up the dishes came with the expectation of don't ask after the journey. Thus, it is Blackagar alone walking in through the door with the large box in his arms laden with the variety of foods that had been requested.
Jane Foster	The Dakota, perched across from Strawberry Fields in Central Park, makes for a festive show. Other famous people who live there prefer their anonymity, but bust out the pretty lights the same as everyone else. Even the doorman stationed in his comfortable little hut outside has a snowman and holiday music playing, greeting Blackagar as the Silent King enters. Lockjaw has his own appointed room for those moments he wants to come back, complete with choice memory-foam bed for the flopping and his own Christmas tree. There may also be a number of Lockjaw-included photographs to capture favourite moments, including walkies on the Moon and a couple candid shots of him and Blackagar, provided both agreed in the first place. "Oh the weather outside is frightful, but the fire is so delightful. Since we've got no place to go..." They actually have a fireplace that's lit, given the building wasn't made in the last century. Dean Martin croons while Jane accompanies him, a certain hammer tucked away carefully in a corner near the window pitched open. No reason to break glass in case of emergency. "Welcome home!" she holds her arms wide.
Blackagar Boltagon	Christmas Music, it was such an interesting Earth tradition. So vibrant, upbeat, lively. It was enough to make a cynic frown. But Blackagar isn't a cynic, so instead he just bobs his head along to the sound as he arrives. The photo collections on the walls are beginning to look far more standard even beyond those of him and Lockjaw. The various images of him and Jane on vacations, the villa in the Aegean, some Moon shots, and of course the pools on Centauri they visited. It is, dare to say, rather normal. Except the subtle things that aren't normal. The box is set down on the island in the kitchen so as not to come between them as he walks forward, stepping into Jane's arms and scooping her up into his own, a small turn given before she is set down but certainly not stepped away from. <<All your favorites on the menu tonight. Movie? Couch? Fireplace?>>