Gotham University, New Gotham City, Tuesday

[blondecanary]

Dinah had sent Raven a text that she'd be on-campus this afternoon, and was hanging out waiting for her first class of the semester to start ("Political Terrorism: What We've Learned Since No Man's Land").

Hmm, another global text:

Add/Drop 'A History of Vigilantes' ? Depressing, uplifting? Or add 'Prisons and Asylums: Where Arkham is Failing'?

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[lovemykilt]

And a timely text that was -- it served as the perfect reminder that Priestly was being terribly neglectful of keeping his BFF up-to-date.

But, well, that's what happened when someone suddenly handed you a restaurant.

Either way, Dinah's phone was a-ringing away.

[blondecanary]

"Works," Dinah agreed. "Wait, does this mean your friends get a discount? And maybe special fooooood?" Maybe that drunken ice cream binge should happen in Fandom!

[lovemykilt]

"I think I can probably abuse my privileges in that way."

[blondecanary]

"Said friends would be happy to bring extra recipes and goodies from Alfred, in that case," Dinah promised. "Also maybe a street-illegal tazer. You are moving to Fandom."

[lovemykilt]

"Knowing my luck, I'd somehow end up with it used AGAINST me. I just need to work out how to weaponize the whipped cream or something."

[blondecanary]

"I need to see this. I expect a demonstration the next time I visit," Dinah demanded.

[lovemykilt]

"I'm thinking I should infuse it with ginger, then aim for the eyes. It'd be like pepper spray that goes well with a pear tart."

[blondecanary]

"Ooo, pear tart," Dinah said, her stomach rumbling, and diverted her way over toward the nearest coffee shop. "Also, the clean-up from this stuff would be delicious. And! You can invent whole new categories of food this way!"

[lovemykilt]

"The Vincent guy did say I needed the free reins to make mistakes and grow as a chef."

[blondecanary]

"So he's like your fairy godfather," Dinah said, marveling. "Giving you a restaurant instead of just a job. And a mission. Oo! Mission! Other mission. Karla. Feeding her. Make her fat, Priestly."

[lovemykilt]

"Uh oh. Why am I fattening up Karla?"

[blondecanary]

"Well, I'm not sacrificing her to evil alien goddesses or anything..." Although, there kinda were a few involved, if you looked at it sideways? "Karla went back to Glacia for her work, and got evaluated by the guilds she's in-- Healer and Black Widow and Queen and all-- and they really weren't happy with how she doesn't take care of herself. They've delayed her next level of authority, education, what have you, until she can show that she's gotten a handle on things like oh, eating and sleeping. You know, the little stuff."

[lovemykilt]

"Okay, so I get why she doesn't cook her own food, but dude, not hard to get someone else to do it for you, around here." Priestly shook his head. "I'll see what I can do. Find her some awesome perfect Karla-food."

[blondecanary]

"You rock," Dinah said gratefully. "Mostly, she gets nauseous sometimes, I think? Plus she's got enough food issues to make up a magazine digest." From workaholism to borderline anorexia to control issues to hi, being from somewhere she used to check her food for poison. "But for your food, maybe she'll make more of an effort." She grinned. "Plus she'll guess you might tell me if she doesn't eat. You don't have to, though, obviously. And maybe it'll stop her from trying to cook?"

Dream on.

[lovemykilt]

"One can only hope," Priestly said, only partially kidding. "I can work with food issues. Santa Cruz runs the gammut of food issues. Gluten free, low sodium, artificial coloring free, vegan, you name it."

[blondecanary]

"So truuuue! You are the master of the picky eaters." Dinah snickered. "And I'm still hungry!" She pressed her nose to the coffee shop window. "Those muffins in there don't look as good as yours. But maybe another mocha." Wheeee!