[ Natasha blows lightly across the surface of her tea. The warmth presses into her palm, and her shoulders are all slack; one knee is bent forward a little, bumping softly into the line of drawers. The counter's taking the weight of her elbows.
Relaxed. Casual. This is a relaxed and casual conversation. ]
Not this second. [ She considers how much she wants to refine that. Settles on, ] Probably not today.
[ Probably. There's room to adapt. ]
I can give you a minute. [ To think it over. She has an entire new sudoku book to work through, so. She can keep herself occupied probably.
Also, Natasha is fairly sure that Tony has thought about it before, in so much as it was several years ago, Tony was dying, and Natalie Rushman had been very specifically engineered to appeal to every corner of Tony's id. Modeled in Tokyo wearing nothing but lingerie on fur rugs levels of engineered. All Natasha really remembers is how itchy the lace had been. ]
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Relaxed. Casual. This is a relaxed and casual conversation. ]
Not this second. [ She considers how much she wants to refine that. Settles on, ] Probably not today.
[ Probably. There's room to adapt. ]
I can give you a minute. [ To think it over. She has an entire new sudoku book to work through, so. She can keep herself occupied probably.
Also, Natasha is fairly sure that Tony has thought about it before, in so much as it was several years ago, Tony was dying, and Natalie Rushman had been very specifically engineered to appeal to every corner of Tony's id. Modeled in Tokyo wearing nothing but lingerie on fur rugs levels of engineered. All Natasha really remembers is how itchy the lace had been. ]