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Patsy Walker	<<Chilling at Cafe Lalo, aka Cafe LOL. Come find me if you're not busy!>> So went a text from Patsy Walker to her partner in (dealing with) crime, Jennifer Walters. Walker & Walters. Walters & Walker. They were still working on the name. Wearing a yellow blouse with a black knee-length skirt, Patsy had herself a spot toward one corner of the dining area. Waiting for a response one way or another, she kept herself occupied by sipping on a mocha while scrolling through news on her phone. Sometimes Jen got pretty busy. So did she. Ah, the life of people like them, balancing different identities or duties.
Jennifer Walters	<<Be right there!>> comes the response.     Sure it takes a bit to find parking, but soon the big green '59 Dodge Coronet pulls up and lets out the lawyer. Jen is wearing casual today, since it's the weekend. Hip hugging shorts and sandals topped by a red sleeveless blouse is the fashion for today.     She quickly spies the table where her friend is sitting and slides into the opposite chair. "I love this place," she says. "They have the best tiramisu. Have you tried it?"
Patsy Walker	The place is busy enough, and when someone like Jen walks in, eyes find her easily and track over to the spot Patsy's already occupying. This draws a few longer stares as they try to figure out what the relationship is. How do they know each other? Is the other one familiar to them? She could be. Maybe she should be. "Hey, girl," she says with a smile, peeking out from behind a pair of sunglasses to give a little whistle. "Forget the future. The present is bright. Gotta wear shades. Look at you." Sliding a menu across the table, she casually remarks, "Tried it? Cleaned them out of it once or twice."
Jennifer Walters	Jen is used to the stares. She bathes in the attention that she garners. In fact, it's one of the many reasons why she's hardly ever in her plain Jane Jennifer Walters form. It's just... boring. She gives a particularly handsome man a smile and a wink before turning to Patsy.     "Look at me? Look at /you/! Lookin' good!" She nods. "I believe it. Want one? I'm going to get one." She stands up and waits in line to give her order, which is that of an iced caramel mocha and two tiramisus. She settles back in her chair, and slides one over to Patsy. "So. Any new interesting cases?"
Patsy Walker	"I'm already hearing one of these grilled sandwiches calling my name, but absolutely I do," Patsy states where the tiramisu is concerned. She feigns a curtsey without getting up to do it, waiting on anything further until Jen's returned. The plate is stopped by a hand before it has a chance to slide too far. "Nooooot really, just had that recent one where I bumped into Batman. The client of yours who was involved in the drug deals with the nasty people putting pressure on his family if he didn't do what they said. I know he still did it, but hopefully if the info he had leads them higher up the chain, he can get a a little better deal. What about you?"
Jennifer Walters	"We're adults," Jen points out. "We can have our tiramisu before we can eat grilled sandwiches." She pulls out a fork and starts to dig in. "Then we can have a /different/ dessert." Adults. Right.     "Yeah. I'm hoping to get him time served for turning over state's evidence," she says. "You said Batman?" She lets out a little whistle, "Whoo. That poor guy."     "As for me," she shakes her head. "You know that one villain? Big Wheel? You know the one. He's got a huge monowheel and chases after Spiderman from time to time." She takes a bite of the tiramisu and waves the clean fork in front of her in punctuation. "Well, he came to me hoping that I could let him off of some parking tickets. He says that he was only taking up one parking space with that thing, but have you seen the size of it?" She shakes her head. "I told him he'll just have to suck it up and pay the fines. And maybe find a car and get a real job."
Patsy Walker	Patsy Walker works the phone for a moment, nodding semi-distractedly while listening to Jen. "It's cool. They'll bring it over in a few," she says with a grin before lowering her voice. "Yeah, you would have thought I was a blonde for a moment. Somehow I forgot all about bumping into him a few years ago. I can be such a ditz sometimes! But I'm sure he's anything but poor." Then she lowers the sunglasses as Jen goes into the Big Wheel story. "I refuse to believe that really happened. That's just crazy. You're not laughing though. Wait, really? You aren't making it up?"
Jennifer Walters	"I've met him a couple of times. He's..." Jen waves that fork again, "intense." That's one word for it. "I'm glad he's on our side, though."     She lowers her fork and gives Patsy her best 'dead serious' face. "I am /not/ making this up. He somehow got word that I sometimes take cases from villains since, hey, they need representation, too and he thought that I'd take on just any case." She shakes her head and shovels a forkful of her dessert into her mouth. "Real weirdo."
Patsy Walker	Patsy Walker scoffs. "I mean, he goes around in an oversized wheel and named himself after something we rode around on as kids. Of course he's a weirdo. But you gotta have standards with your clients. I get it. You don't want to be seen as a sucker who will just take on any loser's case." She rolls her eyes between bites. "Batman's very 'grr grr why are you in my city' but I bet once you get past the whole exterior, he giggles like the Pillsbury Doughboy if you poke him in the side. That's probably safer for you to try than me, though. I like to think he had a small amount of respect for my own skills," the redhead suggests.
Jennifer Walters	"Well, it's not just the whole weirdo villain thing," Jen says. "I mean, if he had a legitimate case I'd have considered it. /Everybody/ deserves fair representation. To do otherwise it's like..." she shakes her head. "Already declaring them guilty. Where would you draw the line as to who deserves it and who doesn't? Having said that. Parking tickets? Seriously? I'm /way/ above parking tickets."     Jen looks shifty for a moment and leans closer towards Patsy to whisper conspiratorially to her. "I know his secret identity, and let me tell you... he does /not/ giggle." She leans back and gets a smug look on her face. "One of the benefits of having been with the Fantastic Four."
Patsy Walker	"I'm pretty sure that thing isn't street legal anyway," Patsy offers, dryly. "And I /guess/ you're right, but I'm not a lawyer. I don't have to worry about getting disbarred for, you know, ethics stuff. I do detective things. That has a little more leeway." But not always, when it comes to evidence. With her sandwich brought out, she points at Jen with the tines of her fork. "You know, I was thinking we should do something fun more regularly, and as fun as it is to imagine Batman giggling, I'm figuring something of a different nature."
Jennifer Walters	Jennifer nods. "It's not. He's lucky I can't write him up a ticket for that, or else I would have." She rolls her eyes. "Between him and Stiltman I swear..."     "Oh yeah? What did you have in mind?"
Patsy Walker	Patsy Walker holds up her hands to emphasize what she's saying. Think Timon gesturing in The Lion King as he works out a grand plan. "We like treats, right? And we like looking fancy, don't we? And enjoying going to places like this?" She indicates the cafe. Grinning, she sends a wink across the way to Jen. "We need to bring a little class back to this. I'm thinking, wait for it, 'Eat Cake in Fancy Dresses.' Imagine filling the place up with that."
Jennifer Walters	A grin spreads on Jen's lips as Patsy works out what turns out to be a great idea. "I like the way you think," she says. "We should pick a day. Make it a weekly thing." Her eyes shift up as she taps her lips with her fork. "Mm. Thinking it should be in the middle of the week. Something to break up the drudgery." She looks down at Patsy. "Would Wednesday work for you? 'Eat Cakes in Fancy Dresses Wednesdays' have a ring to them."
Patsy Walker	Patsy Walker digs up her phone again, making a note of the plans in progress. "Let me get back to you on that. Wednesdays are /usually/ good." As if she has any set particular schedule to worry about, primarily doing the whole detective thing. A chomp of the sandwich, then she points to her phone. "It's not Wednesday, and we aren't in fancy dresses yet, but how about we get some of their cakes? Call it a way to cement the idea."
Jennifer Walters	Jennifer, likewise, pulls out her phone and scowls at it. "I'm pretty busy but you know what? I'll /make/ time for this. I always just get wrapped up in my work one way or another, and I could use the break."     "Mm, yes. I do believe we should sample the cakes. You know. Just to try out the idea."