"A hell of a lot comfier than my studio, that's for damn sure." She walks across the room, through the desk.
"And you know I don't bother talking to the help anymore." Lisa snickers, drawing a breath as she stands in front of him and puts an arm through his head, holding it there.
"Now I wonder what I'm supposed to do all on my lonesome while you're gone. Where are you off to that I might insist you take me with you?"
NYC may be the growing mutant capital, but it's always good to get out and try some new dishes.
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