Re: Marvel: Max & Ella
[Ella didn't picture retirement on Max. She hadn't pictured older either, and that was a quiet recognition that the older sister she knew would burn herself out eventually or go out somewhere where there was dust and sand and no grave-markers. She looked at Amanda who was probably why retirement was flowers and forty instead of desert and a veterans' hospital.
The shop smelled green and earthy and Ella hadn't pictured Max and flowers either. Flowers took patience, but maybe in the time between jumps, Max had found that as well.]
Thanks. [Her smile was genuine. It wasn't tears and unpaid bills and a baby who didn't quit reminding her of Coop anymore. She shoved a hand through all that wheat-colored hair and she looked around the shop once more, Elizabeth extolling the various stages of rock formation.]
It's one heck of a place. People, people. A friend of mine showed back up, looks like he might have got his life in order. And work is fine: I'm doing some accounts work that looks like someone got themselves into a heck of a mess before they left, so it's clean-up. [Work was SHIELD and her clearance was low enough to be a peon but she didn't mention where exactly the accounts were being done.] I gave up being interesting when I went back home. [Wry.]