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Scott Lang	Life is a mystery, isn't it? Well, Scott would reluctantly agree with that despite the music choice tonight. Madonna's "Like a Prayer," plays loudly over speakers as Scott is just working on cleaning his kitchen. The infamous playlist of Scott Lang is one of the most varied and chaotic things on the planet. It plays for two reasons: To help him, or inspire him, with the drums, and to clean with. The former is why he has songs like "The End" by The Beatles, "Hot for Teacher" by Van Halen, a couple renditions of "Black Betty" and more. The latter portion is a bit more random. And that's why Madonna plays loudly over his speakers. If someone peaks in the windows, they'll see him mouthing the words while hand washing some dishes. Not expecting company he's wearing a simple pair of jeans, a black t-shirt that says "BROS" in yellow with a heart bearing cupid's arrow inside the "O." When Scott, somehow, hears the presence of someone at the door he'll let out an "Oop." The music's killed before making it to the door. He's completely unaware of who it could be. Wiping his hands free of soap, water, and trying to make himself look presentable, Scott opens the door. Pause. "Hey!" Scott declares with a big smile as he wonders how much of this did Sofia hear. "What brings you out to this neck of the woods?" he asks and just focuses on the moment rather than anything else.
Sofia Maroni	Sofia Maroni's arrival wasn't likely apparent to Scott, from his place in the kitchen. Otherwise, he would've seen her fly in and land on his front doorstep, in full Olympian garb. Yeah, she's wearing a toga that falls to mid-thigh along with Greek sandals. When he opens the door her large, rainbow-feathered wings are spread wide as well. Sofia reaches up, and when her hand lowers there is a bronze caduceus clutched firmly. Without a word, the bronze rod emits a spray of rainbow mist that acts as a backdrop for the holographic image to play a message. The image is of Sofia, only she looks like a supermodel. "Hi Scott. I wanted to send this message formally, and couldn't think of anyone suitable to deliver it besides myself. I would love to have dinner with you, just the two of us, and spend a quiet evening together. Please let me know whether this would work for you and let's plan something." The image fades and Sofia lowers the caduceus, a smile touching her lips.
Scott Lang	Scott pauses at the presentation. "We could plan or just do dessert right now? Plan on a follow up after?" Scott looks at her, "I'm a single Dad whose daughter has a sweet tooth. I've got a few of the thirty two flavors and a lot of Sundae toppings," he counters the proposal with one of his own. "Pardon the lack of backdrop making me look even better," and he tries his best to pose a little. It's not a mock to her, Scott does it to try and compete with. The world of heroes, he does try to hold his own. "Not that you need the backdrop, much like I do," he winks.
Sofia Maroni	Sofia Maroni laughs softly, raising the staff again to make it disappear. "I honestly couldn't think of the proper way to ask you out, so I fell back onto formality and tradition." Her head tilts a little at his reply, the smile becoming a bit broader. "So are there really thirty two flavors?" Sofia is still wearing the short toga, sleeveless white fabric with sandals laced up to her knees. She gestures to her non-traditional attire, and the wings furl and disappear. "If you'd forgive the toga, I'd love to come inside for some ice cream. Assuming your answer is a yes."
Scott Lang	"You could just ask, but I like the rainbow staff, too." Scott smiles trying to be kind about it. Then he nods about tradition, "Nothing wrong with that," Scott broadens his smile. "Yes. There's actually forty-two if you count flavor of the month, some of the variants and things like that," he counted one day. "Only if you don't mind the t-shirt. I'm not exactly dressed as fancy as you, and it's my house," Scott says honestly. "I wouldn't have invited if my answer wasn't defaulted to a 'Yes.'"
Sofia Maroni	Sofia Maroni pauses to look him over, taking a moment to let her gaze wander down and then back up again. "I don't mind the t-shirt at all." she replies. "And if the toga makes you uncomfortable, then I'm sure we can figure out something to do with it." Blonde brows wiggle playfully, then Sofia slips past him and right on inside. "So what flavors do you have? And what is Cassie doing tonight?" Pause. "Will she be joining us?"
Scott Lang	"The Toga does not make me uncomfortable," Scott says honestly. "Maybe a little under dressed like I would if you were wearing a cocktail dress," Scott shrugs a little bit. He grins at her. "I've got vanilla because you can do anything, and everything, with it," he gestures her inside and nods to the table. Scott's kitchen is pretty basic. A bit of a tan motiff with tiled floor, a simple fridge. The dinning room is mostly lighter browns with a couple accents of darker green. "On top of vanilla, I've got Mexican Chocolate brownie, it's basically chocolate with orea pieces and like a cinnmony, slightly spicy chooclate brownie batter pieces in it. And finally Wild n' Reckless shertbert because blue, pink with bits of green. Obviously the munchkin likes how pretty that flavor looks," Scott offers and is quick to take out two bowls. "Also, hard or soft?" Scott asks and looks at her. "The ice cream. Soft serve or hard serve?" he adds just in case someone got the wrong idea. "Cassie likes hard serve because it doesn't melt, and if I had the space for a soft serve machine, I'd consider it," Scott smiles and looks at Sofia. He'll nod to the table in the dinning room. "And toppings? I've got whipped cream, chocolate, cherry marcinos, chocolate sprinkles, rainbow sprinkles, and caramel. Yes, I've tried being the cool ice cream Daddy."
Sofia Maroni	Sofia Maroni walks on in, turning her head and lifting a blonde brow. "You had me at 'chocolate', actually." she replies as he takes down the bowls. She bites her lower lip at his next question, Sofia chuckles softly. "Is that a trick question? Ice cream... right." She clucks her tongue with a shrug of a bare shoulder, then. "I'll take it hard, actually." And she keeps eye contact all the while. "WIth whipped cream and a cherry on top?"
Scott Lang	"Hey, you never know who likes what, variety is good. Even if one of the flavors may sit in my freezer until it gets burned. Poor thing," Scott shakes his head a little bit then he starts to work at the chocolate ice cream. It's his choice so, no other ice cream comes out. One bowl gets a good handful of scoops. Those pale green eyes look up into her eyes here, there. He doesn't shy away, "My only complaint about your Godliness is the eyes. It's not that they're not great. They're just harder to read now," he gives a soft smile. Although her answer causes a comment to be held back when it comes to ice cream type. Grabbing the whipped cream, straight from the can, he'll top the ice cream with that. A second later he sets the cherry down then offers Sofia her ice cream. "Your ice cream, madame," he inclines his head a little bit. A moment later he begins to work on his own sundae. Same amount of ice cream as hers, approximately. Then he puts on some whipped cream. "Didn't expect this to turn into an ice cream social, did you?" Scott wonders if he's bringing back an old concept.
Sofia Maroni	Sofia Maroni watches him intently, leaning back against the counter all the while. "My eyes are too hard to read?" she echoes. "You should be glad I didn't inherit my mother's gifts... which I assure you that I did not." There is a pause, and Sofia adds. "And even if I did, I wouldn't use them. What you see is what you get. No pretending." And sure enough, while the holo image may have been *perfect*, when Sofia smiles she looks as warm and natural and, well, normal as she ever did. "To the sofa? I mean, assuming we're allowed to eat ice cream in the living room." And with that, she picks up her bowl and spoon to let him lead the way. "After you."
Scott Lang	"I always said it was possible you got those gifts, but I always gave you the benefit of the doubt. Still do," Scott replies with a similar honesty to her own. Something that's just to the core of his being. He would never think of Sofia as abusing her powers. Well, abusing them for that. Scott can't claim to be a saint for that. Finding loose change is easier when you're smaller. All those hard to reach places you can reach now. Scott thinks Sofia may have greased a palm, or two, just to get a better deal. Turn hatred into a friend that can't get enough of you. Then again, that could just be him with those powers. Scott will lead her to the living room. There's a couch, chair, and a small love seat. Scott will pick the couch, Cassie alternates between the love seat and chouch. They're all from a seat. All are dark blue. Nice, and a little plush. Clearly he splurged on this with some of that Stark Tech money. "Sweets are served," he gives Sofia a big smile before she sits down.
Sofia Maroni	Sofia Maroni waits for him to sit, then she settles casually crosswise onto his lap. Her legs stretch out onto the sofa beside him, crossing at the ankles. Either the toga is shorter than it seemed earlier or her legs are really long. She raises her ice cream bowl, gaze meeting his as she carefully scoops the cherry out of the whipped cream with her spoon. "Indeed they are." Hips rock as she squirms a little upon his lap, getting comfortable and somehow managing not to spill anything. "Thank you for having me over, Scott. And also for giving me the benefit of the doubt. Trust doesn't run very thick in my family, on either side." She pops the cherry into her mouth, then her lips part and she holds it delicately between her teeth... perhaps offering it.
Scott Lang	Scott's sitting comfortably. Before he could say anything, Sofia's sitting in his lap. "Ooop," he says out of just sheer confusion. Like, out of all the places he thought she would sit, Sofia still picks one not on his radar. What causes the brain to simultaneously come online, and go offline, is Sofia getting comfortable. "Y-y-yeah. No sweat," he gives a nod about trust. "Yeah. Well, you always earned it and talked about seeing my daughter before me. That gets you far with the trust," Scott says softly and then the offering comes forward. Again, the brain goes off and on, but eventually he leans forward. He'll take the offer.
Sofia Maroni	Sofia Maroni's lips meet his as he accepts the cherry, and then she sucks it back into her mouth to draw him in. It's a deep kiss, slow and lingering and maraschino-flavored. Sofia's brain doesn't go offline; it's just fine. After many heartbeats she yields the cherry and lips pull away from his own. "My ice cream is melting." she murmurs softly. "Better make sure I don't get any on my toga, either." Perhaps this isn't what Scott expected when he mentioned ice cream social, either...