Re: coffee - eddie/steph.
It was more of a collective we. Only including you if you wanted it to. [Her voice almost went defensive, trying to assure him that she wasn't picking at scabs he didn't want her to. But she leveled a look right back at him, and he could tell that there was some bits of the little blonde bat he'd fall for years ago still there. Namely the stubbornness, the tendency to blame herself. It wasn't something she did readily anymore, but it still happened. And for now, she'd hold onto the blame for a while longer. It was easier to do that. She looked at him, blue eyes soft and a little sad. Maybe this was a mistake. Maybe she should have just let him be. Let him be happy with Muerte (her stomach, honestly, still lurched a little at the thought -- jealousy and, yes, hurt), and move on with her life. But, she really did believe they could be friends. And perhaps that was incredibly selfish of her to put on his shoulders, but she couldn't help trying. Stephanie Brown always wanted to try for things, to her own detriment.
Instead of bailing completely, just throwing money on the table like the urge in her chest told her to, she sipped her coffee too, letting the warmth burn her throat before setting it down and nodding.] I know it's not going to, but it can't help to try, right? [Maybe it would, maybe she would just back off.] I wish that it would work, but I just can't imagine it panning out. And, we need a Bat. This city needs a Bat. Don't you think? And he can't do both, he's going to kill himself trying to do both.
[Her cake came, and instead of diving right into it, she just picked at the frosting for a moment, popping each finger in her mouth in time. After a second, while drumming her fingers on the table:] I went on a job interview today.