Re: Derek/Nell
"Put me in pigtails and overalls and I can still pass for a twelve year old," she whispered back, grinning brightly. Halloween was one of her favorite holidays just for the fun factor. "Then I'll save a couple of the M4 toting skeleton cookies for you," she promised.
It was Nell's turn to snort. "Possibly because it's an ideal image put forth by women with more aquanet in their hair than brains in their heads?"
Of course, she was one of those odd ones that found intelligence to be a man's sexiest feature.
"Okay, no suits and not something that's just what you wear every day. Why don't you meet me at my desk, then, and we'll go looking tomorrow. You can pick up your cookies at the same time." She grinned at him before growing thoughtful again. "In a way, it was a lifetime ago for you. It's understandable. And it's not really something that's been a part of your life for...well, too long, if you don't mind my saying so. But, let's see..."
Cocking her head to one side, she studied him for a moment, taking who he was as a person into account. "How about Indiana Jones? The movies are as old as I am, but he's still a popular character. Archaeologist and adventurer. Khakis and a white shirt, leather jacket, the fedora. And let's not forget the bullwhip. Of course, I'm not sure how many people under forty besides me still find the character sexy," she added with a laugh. "Then again, you could always do Han Solo. Shirt, vest, dark pants, thigh holster for the blaster." Her look turned sly as she made her next suggestion. "X-men? How do you feel about spandex?"