"They seem like a good group, better behaved than teens without amazing abilities."
Zap smiled, proudly. "They have good days and bad days," she half-joked. But really, sometimes they had to replace a range or buy all new shelving in a refrigerator on any given day. She nodded after he asked to take the mini pie and had herself a much needed laugh after checking his expression. "Yeah, I got a few texts earlier with some pictures of the damage," she sighed, immediately feeling a wave crash back down.
"No one specifically - or for a while. I was actually naive enough to believe that we'd done enough good in the community to start an upswing." She widened her eyes, dismissing that notion as the two walked. "You did your homework..." she trailed off, and Eva's pace slowed as she angled her head to look at Steve. "It'd be a really sick and desperate attempt. I hope it hasn't come to that." One of their professors taking the fall and bringing the school down with them, that was.
Eva laughed a bit in mild shock when he asked her forgiveness. "Alive?" It was practically a dairy farm. "I don't mind. Most of these are Brooklyn-based pieces, ironically." The city was loud, but she never felt like it was dead. But he'd said 'the tower', hadn't he? She smiled fondly as she eyed Steve eying her art. "I like to keep a piece of home around - and supporting the artists themselves doesn't hurt." The money went back into the community that raised her. And it had been the community. Group homes were the epitome of 'it takes a village'. Or a borough. "You mean Bruce isn't a bang-up baker?" She teased, then glanced to the door where Forge was about to enter.
"Get ready to meet the myth. Taught me everything I know," she nodded towards the door and then preemptively held out her hands to take Steve's pie dish and fork.