She couldn't believe it! She just couldn't be-LIEVE it! Somehow...she was being allowed to take the new squeeze of Prince Pufferfish shopping!! Joy
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It's not hard to spot the girl when she arrives; common as superheroes in New York tend to be, the sight of someone flying under their own power still doesn't quite qualify as normal.
It's not that Phillipa is unattractive, she's thin without looking waifish, she really does have nice hair, and the wings on her ankles aren't *that* obvious. It's the dress. It's modest, unadorned and, despite being belted with a cord at the waist, shows off the girl's shape about as well as wearing a gunnysack would. The only consolation is that Phillipa doesn't exactly look thrilled with it either.
Phillipa lands and walks toward Jan, seeming only a little unnerved by the crowd.
Her eyes pick over every detail of the girl before she even lands. She doesn't allow herself to show it, but she realizes that she's got her work cut out for her.
Oh, boy. This is going to take more than a little shopping. Bet that dress looks better wet.
Outwardly, she smiles brightly with a nod.
"Guilty." She gives a small giggle. "And you can only be the Lady Phillipa that I've heard so much of nothing about."
Phillipa smiles sheepishly. "I fear His Highness Namor does not gossip overmuch. Still, I am here now, am I not? And I am curious as to how human mortals go about their lives. I have never known any before now."
Philippa smiles weakly, having caught perhaps three words out of that entire exchange. She will have to work on her English when she returns to Atlantis. "Ah...hello." Yes, that's a good start. She extends her hand toward Roger. "I'm Pony. Jan is showing me everything."
Roger takes her hand in his gently with a large, welcoming smile then suddenly blinks, eyeing her fingernails closely. Oh! Just look at your fingernails! What have you been doing? Soaking them in salt water? Come, come, come. Let's fix this, shall we? Jan...be a dear and go soak your head with Lilith.
Roger leads Pony to a table where he promptly, if gently, sits her down and proceeds to "fix" her fingernails, blathering the entire time. It takes a good half hour, soaking her fingers in some obscure substance, filing and buffing, ending with a pearl-like polish on each dainty fingertip. Meanwhile, Jan has been having her hair washed, conditioned and trimmed.
Philippa feels a bit awkward over the whole thing, but any hairdresser worth his shears is better at drawing people out than any shrink. After a few minutes, she's chattering away easily, confusing Jan's hairdresser with talk of gods and nymphs.
Roger doesn't seem to be all that surprised by her conversation. Confused, yes, but not surprised. He does do JAN'S hair. His laughter is infectous and he gossips carelessly about anyone and everyone, including Janet herself.
Once her nails are dry, she helps her from her seat to lead her to the salon near Jan. Janet! Where EVER have you been hiding her?! She is simply charming! And doesn't twitch near as badly as you, you cheeky thing. He bats playfully at Jan's arm as she's getting her hair trimmed, who in turn sticks her tongue out at him then winks to Pony.
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It's not that Phillipa is unattractive, she's thin without looking waifish, she really does have nice hair, and the wings on her ankles aren't *that* obvious. It's the dress. It's modest, unadorned and, despite being belted with a cord at the waist, shows off the girl's shape about as well as wearing a gunnysack would. The only consolation is that Phillipa doesn't exactly look thrilled with it either.
Phillipa lands and walks toward Jan, seeming only a little unnerved by the crowd.
"Greetings. You are Jan, am I correct?"
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Oh, boy. This is going to take more than a little shopping. Bet that dress looks better wet.
Outwardly, she smiles brightly with a nod.
"Guilty." She gives a small giggle. "And you can only be the Lady Phillipa that I've heard so much of nothing about."
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"DAR-ling! You've come to the right person for THAT then." She giggles again and wrinkles her nose at her.
"First things first, though. We simply canNOT do ANYthing until we've seen Roger."
Roger, of course, is Jan's hair dresser.
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Roger leads Pony to a table where he promptly, if gently, sits her down and proceeds to "fix" her fingernails, blathering the entire time. It takes a good half hour, soaking her fingers in some obscure substance, filing and buffing, ending with a pearl-like polish on each dainty fingertip. Meanwhile, Jan has been having her hair washed, conditioned and trimmed.
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Once her nails are dry, she helps her from her seat to lead her to the salon near Jan. Janet! Where EVER have you been hiding her?! She is simply charming! And doesn't twitch near as badly as you, you cheeky thing. He bats playfully at Jan's arm as she's getting her hair trimmed, who in turn sticks her tongue out at him then winks to Pony.
"Having fun, dear?"
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