"Don't tempt me. Robin-shell gray nail lacquer would look good with your hair," she tossed over her shoulder as she left. There was a pause when he cackled, and both seemed to have the same 'that didn't happen, we didn't hear it' moment.
Felicia had been placing things on a platter when the boom occurred and jumped a country mile. Luckily, the platter and things merely rattled and didn't break, and no one was in the kitchen to hear her choice words at the explosion. She stowed the tub of mint chocolate ice cream in the far back of the freezer as hazard pay. "Peter would have a field day with scaredy cat jokes," she muttered and returned.
"I'm guessing you just got beyond benched from crime-fighting," she offered and returned with food, drinks and drugs.