Owner	Pose
Owen Mercer	Date night! Owen had texted Kara over the weekend, short and sweet as he had tended to do (except for those longer text conversations). The message was simple, yet straightforward. 'Hey Kara. I'm making some food on Wednesday. If you want, we can try for dinner? Home made Australian cooking? I'd really like it. Up to you though!' And after facepalming himself several times and thinking he's stupid for wording the text so strangely, he's already getting to it. The menu? Seafood. Crab legs, potatoes, boiling salted butter. He's without his usual fare, instead wearing simple tight blue pants with a black polo shirt, his red hair slicked back, carefully done with gel. "Alright Owen, all you gotta do is not cock it up."
Kara Danvers	Kara is terrible with Earth Technology and this is not at all a secret. The irony of coming from such an advanced society and having such difficulties is often the subject of a great many laughs betwixt them, but never more so than when texting. Because she's not a native English speaker to begin with... so you couple that with a general lack of understanding (for a twenty year old anyways) for how cellphones work? > (racecar emoji unicycle emoji) be home soon God only knows what she thought those meant. Or if she meant to send them at all. It's impossible to know! When she does arrive, it's by the front door, to which she has a key because she lives here Owen jeez. Wearing warmer clothing as if the cooler weather bothers her at all (it does not) and a pair of red framed glasses, with her blonde hair in a short ponytail. "Hey Owen, I'm home. I brought cookies!" Because letting Kara bake doesn't always turn out as well as one might hope. "Cooookieeees..." Grocery bag on the table, she's fishing around inside while up on her tippy toes to peer down into it, "Cookie cookie cookies."
Owen Mercer	*BZZZT* *BZZT* Owej reaches for his phone to check the text, tilting his head. "Does that mean we're going to.." he shakes his head. "Nope, nope. Don't get greedy. Get romantic." They moved in together and Owen loved every second of it. It was like...being with a best friend. That you also happen to be in love with. The lock turns and the door opens, Owen's eyes turning towards her with a big smile on his face. "Oi, babe-" He leaves his station, an apron that reads 'kiss the cook' on it as he instead approaches her. "Hey, cookies?! You know me so well." He motions to greet her with a gentle peck on the lips, if she allows the contact. "I missed you." He tries to sneak a cookie from her with a cheeky look in his eyes. "Dinners almost done. How was your day?"
Kara Danvers	It probably means she was racing home or something. Kara's not good enough at text messages and pictography to try being sly with her messaging. A grin over her shoulder and she swats at his hand when her eaches for a cookie, "Ah! Not until after dinner." A simple act like that from Supergirl could knock over a building, thankfully she's learned enough control not to break every bone in his hand. Relationship goals. "Nice apron." With a smirk. She turns, goes up on her tippity toes again and kisses his nose. "What're we eating? It smells Australian." Not that Australian food has a specific smell... unless 'dangerous' is a smell? "It was fine, lots of doing stuff that I don't enjoy to pretend to be human." Her smirk, once playful, becomes tight and forced. "Which I don't enjoy... but here we are! here we are..." A cookie comes out of the bag and "Boop" boops between his lips. Despite earlier 'no cookies before dinner' statements.
Owen Mercer	Racing home most likely. Owen knows that Kara isn't too....'human' in the sense that she's aware of all the slang and hidden meanings. But she's his girlfriend and he likes her just the way she is. He's certainly not afraid that she can crush him with a pinkie. He lacks the extreme male ego that many have. Yet, she smacks his hand as he reaches for a cookie, Owen shaking his hand in the air with an 'Ow' noise leaving his lips. "But...I want a cookie." He briefly argues with a grin, before a kiss to his nose makes any displeasure vanish. "Thought it was cute and brought out my eyes." he jokes. "Crab, potatoes, and more crab! Gonna get that sweet barbie cuisine." he smirks at her, yet he hears what she was doing and he frowns. "Well here? You can be Kara Zor-El. I like her best anyway." Though he watches her pull out a cookie and stick it in his mouth, a grin on his face. He gives her a playful swat on the rear as he munch munches on a cookie. "I' sorry you had to deal with things today. But you're home now. With me." He smiles at her. "And after dinner I'll give you a massage, help destress."
Kara Danvers	As if reading his mind, Kara wiggles her pinky at him threateningly, if with a playful lilt to her grin. A little hop has her sitting on the edge of the table, ankles crossed, and feet swinging with a palm on either side of her hips. "I could be Kara Zor-El everywhere. I think I'm going to .. ya know.. come out as an alien. I talked to my mom and some of my teammates and they all have my back on this. I just have one more person I /have/ to talk to first." Kal. Her cousin. BIG S. Grin widens, "Awwww you're feeding me crabs?" Not that Kara eats very much. Maybe once a month? Possibly longer. Which does not mean she doesn't eat, literally, constantly. Motabolism bay-beeee... "ooo that sounds swell, also my mom is probably going to come by eventually, just a heads up." Way to sneak that in there on the back end.
Owen Mercer	The threatening pinky of DOOOOOOM! Owen watches her hop on the edge of the table as she tells him the news...she's going to come out as an alien. At first, Owen is quiet as if listening to her and hearing her out. "I think it's a great idea. Let people know and see you for who you really are. The secret ID thing? Was never a requirement." He informs her with a supportive stance. "Who're you gonna be if not yourself?" But she has to talk to HIM. Big Blue. "How do you think he'll feel about it?" He asks Kara. "It's a big ask." And sure she doesn't have to eat...solar radiation and all. But it's FUN to eat and taste. It's like a...weird hobby. "Wait what?" HER MOM?!