Bruce, please come to cook for me. Gail, you come, too!
"Oh, you've cooked for a feline woman before?" she asked, deadpan. Her smile made it obvious it was a joke. "You'll have to tell me all about her. She must be something." It was a self-compliment, she would not deny that, but someone had to tell her how gorgeous she was.
"Let's hope SHIELD works faster on your request than mine. I still haven't heard back about my uniform arrangements." She was bound and determined to make her swimsuits standard, or something similar, even if she had to sell her soul to Fury himself. "They'll keep you happy. They need to. You're one of their best minds."
The mention of going on a mission had her quirking a brow. She had no idea that they were sending Bruce out. She wondered if it was a test, to see how well he acted under pressure. "Interesting," she remarked, reclining back in her chair. It was time to let her food settle or else she was going to make herself sick. "How about when you come back? It will give you something to look forward to," she winked.