taxonomites | oo5 § this girl is the wild smile, the icy stare [ visual ] [ location

Having casually moved into Wayne Manor - she took over the tower nearest the library, claiming a bedroom and then the room above it for her weaponry and books - Enfys has been occupied in the aftermath with fussing around Morgana and establishing herself in the household here. (She may have all but piddled on the floor to mark out the kitchen as her territory, fuck you she does what she wants. The library, too, if only because she walked into it and announced 'jesus christ I think I just came' and you know, she is a librarian.)

Now, though, she's sitting cross-legged in front of her tablet (hanging out in her dad's jersey and her skeleton socks, having foregone pants and perched on a table in the upstairs room of Her Tower) with a slightly sheepish expression.

"So, Taxon! How about those explosions? ...too soon? Got it. I'm just throwing out a head's up to Drs McCoy and Watson that I'm really sorry for the threats, and the bike, and I'll get you a beer if you want. If anybody else needs me, I'm unpacking, and for people hanging out at the manor, dinner's at seven and vegetarians fend for themselves."

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--You made dinner?

"I do that," she says, dryly.

What? Really? [there's some measure of shuffling about and then the visual turns on]

"That's a great feature." --Bruce. He seems to be upside down, on... something.

"I do cooking and laundry and keeping shit in line," she says promptly, "and the first person to tell me I'm not meant to gets a thick ear. What the fuck are you doing?"

"If it makes you happy," he says, sounding largely unconcerned - he is, in a way, in the same way that he's concerned about Alfred, but paying too much attention to it makes him miss his surrogate father too much, and so it's put aside. If Enfys is fulfilled doing what she does, then he won't stop her.

"Looking for something."

That's that, then, and Enfys is satisfied enough to leave it where it lies.

"What're you looking for, then?"

The view changes; he sets the tablet aside and swings himself up on-- whatever. He looks like he's inside some kind of steeple-shaped attic, which means he's probably in the west wing. Somewhere.

"A thing."

"Oh, a thing, is it." Enfys is kind of entertained by this, honestly, she peers at the screen as if trying to deduce where he could be and what might be located there he could possibly be searching for. "Okay, monkey-pants."

"Like this has not been or not will shortly be you above your room," he returns. Don't even start with him, madam. "How's Morgana?"

"Fussy and upset, I think, she doesn't like the medicine and she thought she was arrested when she woke up," Enfys sighs, "but she'll be fine. She's resting."

Observe her totally ignore his completely correct accusation.

He's on his way somewhere - presumably to the main house - but his tablet is now in his shirt pocket ... thanks for that view, Bruce.

"Good. I'll make her some tea." Can he make tea?

"...can you make tea?" Enfys asks, skeptically. "Should I be supervising this?"

"I can make tea." ... Mostly.

"I'm coming to watch anyway," she decides, possibly for the entertainment value.

"What-- why--" no, don't ask why, Bruce, you know. ... Anyway he decides this is his cue to dart very quickly in the direction of the kitchen to see if he can make this happen before she gets there.

(Unlikely.)

Nice try, but while Bruce gets there before she does, she comes skidding through the doorway in her socks before he can finish.

"Ha!"

What? Nothing.

Bruce pretends like he was not in a hurry and not at all scheming anything, completely calm, very carefully placing an assortment of god-knows-what in a stone cylinder.

"Evening."

Unconvincing, Bruce. (Only because Enfys sometimes chooses to believe whatever the fuck she likes.)

"What kind of tea is that?" she inquires, boosting up onto the counter next to him.

"It's clove and asafoetida," he tells her, and it... is probably going to smell really, uh, special. "It'll help her with the pain and feeling less lightheaded without being chemical."

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