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[listen_bud]

WHO: Spider-man, Black Cat, & The Condiment King
WHERE: Outside of a random restaurant in the city.
WHEN: Forward-dated sometime Thursday afternoon.
WARNINGS: Condiment money shots.
SUMMARY: Pete just wants to eat a hamburger, but runs into a little bad luck and a lot of ketchup.
FORMAT: Quick to start, whatever anybody else wants to follow with.

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[acrossyourpath]

[ Felicia, meanwhile, was sitting on the roof of the place, idly fiddling with her goggles. She wanted to do something -- something bigger than just hitting another museum. It got boring when there was no chase. Or motivation. And right now, both were lacking.

She kept her eyes open, peering around the city for potential action. ]

[listen_bud]

[ As he eats, Pete quietly recalls speaking with Bruce, and Bruce telling him that "normal was overrated," but sitting here with a cool breeze, a warm lunch, and a cool drink, at the moment he couldn't have disagreed more. He took a very happy bite, but jerked forward and set the hamburger down for a moment. ]

Tsk! [ Ah geez, he got a little ketchup on him. He dabbed a napkin in his water and wiped gently at the stain and lamented over how professional he looked with ketchup all over his crisp white shirt. ]

[acrossyourpath]

[ Felicia leaned more against the ledge, peering disinterestedly down at the people below.

That is, until she realized she recognized one of them. She paused for a moment, debating what to do -- then leapt from the roof, landing beside his table. ]

Well, small world.

[listen_bud]

[ He paused eating and stared for a minute, half chewed food pressed to his cheek. How fabulously heroic he must have looked, eating lunch with a ketchup stain on his shirt.

He gave a glance both ways and then finally back to her, coughing. ]

Er... [ He offered a tiny, awkward wave. ] Hey.