Lake Catherine, Maine - early Wednesday afternoon

[mparkerceo]

Parker had walked into town with Ben, but abandoned him to the joys of the local hardware store in favor of the ice cream parlor next door. She'd appropriated a bench on the street, and was currently amusing herself watching passersby, mostly tourists who didn't understand the one-way streets or the tiny street signs

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[swerval_zero]

Parker's phone? Yeah, it might be ringing.

[mparkerceo]

Parker flipped open her phone, checked Caller ID, paused to lick her cone and absently said, "I have found the best chocolate-chocolate-chip in the land. Too bad it's way the heck up in Maine."

[swerval_zero]

"Parker!" Zero said enthusiastically. "Swerval, you're high maintenance, right?"

Ah, the mark of a true best friend.

[mparkerceo]

Parker snorted. "I have 4000 count sheets at home. I own 99 pairs of shoes. Um, yeah." She grinned. "I could ship you some. So, what's up?"

[swerval_zero]

"I'm supposed to drop off some dry cleaning, and Iunno if there are, like, special instructions for the Armani." Why there was Armani when this person earned their cash fetching a certain blonde actress's coffee, Zero did not know.

[mparkerceo]

"Silk Armani? Steam gun. Hand-ironing. And make them take out any shoulder pads or extra buttons before they wash it, then re-attach. And since when the *hell* do you have anything to do with Armani?" Parker asked once the automatic clothes-blurt was out of her mouth.

[swerval_zero]

"I got a job. Hey," Zero said, apropos of nothing, really, "did you happen to catch the season premiere Supers the other day? Or were you still in the land of my ancestors?"

[mparkerceo]

"Hot Indian scientist was shirtless. A lot!" Parker said, answering that question. "And, and, Cute Cop who reminds me of Weiss was funny, they need to get him a girlfriend already, damnit, and who are you working for? And what's that got to do with drycleaning? Oh my god. Tell me you're not being a receptionist somewhere where the boss expects you to do personal errands on your lunch hour. Or if you are, I expect you're undercover producing a documentary on them."

[swerval_zero]

"No, I'm a personal assistant," Zero said proudly. "Um. To a group of personal assistants. For the cast. So there are like three degrees of separation but whatever I'm in the industry."

[mparkerceo]

"Okay, that's valid. The world needs personal assistants." God knew Parker planned on getting one as soon as she could justify it to Accounting. "So you're the dry-cleaning, latte-obtaining, message-running troubleshooter for highly paid coordination personnel? Which show?"

The resume' rewriting was reflexive.

[swerval_zero]

"...the one with the hot shirtless Indian doctor," Zero told her.

[mparkerceo]

?!!?!?!!?

Parker dropped her ice cream cone. And made a noise something like: "Squeeeee!"

She'd deny it later, though.

[swerval_zero]

Zero would hate to know she was responsible for the death of such a nice ice cream cone. But right now she was laughing too hard.

[mparkerceo]

"You are kidding me! You are NOT working for SUPERS! Oh, please do not be kidding me! If you're lying you're dying, Hopeless-Savage! I mean it! I will fly to L.A. to strangle you but if you're not lying OH MY GOD. GOD!"

[swerval_zero]

"'M not lyin'!" Zero insisted. "Look, hang on, I'll send you a pic--" Zero messed around with her phone for a minute. "Okay, sent. Look look look."

[mparkerceo]

Parker took a deep breath, then looked. And choked.

Hot Indian Guy was hugging Cute Cop.

"... you are my very best friend."