@best_clone "Great! I don't know what I'm making yet but I'm sure I can whip something up."
She had picked up a few things from the market, she would probably make a chicken casserole.
"My car is in the lot, you wanna come with me or make your own way?"
@best_clone "Honestly? He hasn't told me much. We haven't spoken much since. . . Well, you know." She shrugged, sliding her bags up her arm.
"What are you doing today? Can I cook you dinner? We can talk."
@best_clone "We wanted different things. I suppose these things happen." She said although she was still slightly bitter over how things had ended.
"I have, which is why I'm worried about you, Ben, what's going on?"
If Ben even accepted them. Peter was still on thin ice with Ben, considering what Ben had done.
"I imagine its packed full, but I hope you can make time for an old friend." He said with a grin.
"Which is why I'm full of flattery, really.
Ah. Well, he can't ask for a better friend, that's for sure. See how hes doing for me, will you?
I'll have to have dinner with you myself soon."
"Maybe I have, maybe I haven't. Or I could just be telling the truth in a moment of utter weakness.
I feel...kind of bad for him. He did go full mad scientist for a bit there."
"You know, whenever you bring out the flattery I always get a sneaky suspicion you've done something you shouldn't have." She snorted.
"I still feel bad for Ben."
"There's an argument to be made here that Kaine got it worse.
Really, any of us with the Parker blood seems to get the short straw a lot. That's why meeting you was one of the best things to happen to me. All of us."
@best_clone She's been in L.A so her information is limited, but she is always happy to lend an ear to a friend.
"I've been surviving. Filmed a movie, broke up with a boy. . . The usual stuff. How about you? You don't look so good, Ben."
@best_clone "It's a farmers market, Ben." She smiled in amusement, her head tilting to the side as she let her hand rest on her hip.
"You never know who you're going to run into. Are you doing okay? You look like you've seen a ghost."
@best_clone β stopped by an apple cart. Loading large, juicy red apples into her basket.
It was when she looked up she thought she saw a familiar face. Peter? No, not Peter.
"Ben?"
@best_clone β low she would come down here and get fresh ingredients and spend the day in her kitchen.
She loved the scents the sounds and the people that surrounded her when she was down here. It was normality.
Pushing her big Jackie O sunglasses up to rest atop of crimson locks she β