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[purmoncul]

WHO: purmoncul and YOU!
WHERE: A fifties-style burger joint
WHEN: Today! He'll be there for a while probably, so swing on by.
WARNINGS: ...Sirius is his own warning, and his smile gets one now too.
SUMMARY: Having experienced about five and a half years of living between this week and the last, Sirius wants to touch base with the City and his friends.

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[girlyboywonder]

[She hardly knew him the first time he was here, true, but that's certainly not going to keep her from a chance at possibly getting a flying motorcycle. A flying motorcycle. Could there possibly be anything cooler? Evidence points to no.

So when she slips into the seat across from Sirius (easy to spot him thanks to the handy video post, but it's not impossible to pick the younger face she'd met out from under five years), it's with a solemn air, a lumpy shopping bag, and a Robin suit because it's no good to go and blow your own secret ID, not even to a wizard.]

Hey, spud.

[purmoncul]

Wotcher. ...Aren't you cold?

[Sirius was acutely aware that he was suddenly drawing an entirely different sort of attention from the rest of the restaurant, as a girl wearing bright, primary colors including a cape over a costume that did not seem to include pants sat with him.]

Ahem. Guess not, since you probably got a lot of exercise at ice skating practice, huh? Good thing you don't take after that lazy brother of mine.

[There, everyone. Have your perfectly rational explanation with a side of fries, and leave them alone.

[He gives her a look that most closely translates to 'smooth move, ex-lax.']

[girlyboywonder]

[There's a second or two where she looks completely perplexed by this turn of events... but it lasts only until she glances down to remind herself of her own outfit. Pantsless outfit. Oh, right. Sirius gets an eye-roll and a quick sigh.

just short of a grumble-] You'd think folks around here'd be used to the outfits. [apparently not, though. WHATEVER, THEIR COLLECTIVE LOSS.]

Anyway, brought attempt two. [a nod to the bag!]

[purmoncul]

[Costumes are costumes and not uniforms because they're unusual looking.]

You're just hell-bent, aren't you? First question: do you like peanut butter?

[He's a man obsessed...]

[girlyboywonder]

[What. That gets a blink, and it's just unexpected enough to make a good distraction.]

Er-- no complaints on peanut butter, I figure...

[purmoncul]

[He narrows his eyes, considering her intently.]

Do the worlds 'chocolate peanutbutter milk shake' engender a positive response with you.

[girlyboywonder]

[Well that's fine! She'll consider him right back, just as intently. Eventually, thoughtfully-]

Thought I was supposed to be the one being nice to you.

[purmoncul]

This is science, girl. I shall be the control, and drink a milkshake that has only chocolate. You must be the experiment, and drink a shake that has peanut butter in it as well as chocolate. I will carefully note the results.

If you live, you can continue on your hell-bent mission to convince me that you are brilliant enough to merit a flying motorcycle.

[girlyboywonder]

[Oh. Well. After some scrutiny, she nods.]

Fair enough. Hope you got your notes ready, spud.