Re: Above the antique store: Cat & Bruce
Oh, this they were never going to see eye to eye on. Cat believed very strongly that some people deserved to have their things taken from them. Why should some people have everything, and some people have nothing? Her charities did more than any of those wealthy people did, but she didn't rise to that bait. "I'll look into yoga," she offered, her smile pacifying and lush, a knowing tip of lips that proclaimed her incorrigible to the end.
"I'll attempt to spare both of our feelings in future," she offered, though she knew it was probably a lost cause. She was who she was, and she was how she was, and he was the same. Neither of them were going to change anytime soon. It saddened her, of course. They'd spent a long life chasing each other around in circles, and this was what happened when the chasing ended.
Still, she smiled at his methodical dotting of ketchup on fries, and she tried to offer something. An olive branch. "Tethys. That's who's responsible. Damian found information about what happened. Well, Damian and Sasha. I'll look into it eventually. Right now, I just want to be me. This me. What do you want, Bruce?"