Anya was home from work at a reasonable hour, meaning before 9pm, and sat the Thai takeout she brought home with her on the table. Sarah was nowhere to be seen. Anya knew exactly where to look for her wife. Anya headed straight for the gym.
Its an easy call. Sarah treats her workouts the way Anya treats her research - disappearing into it at times. She's on the weights Stark, Inc. designed for her, working on the 65 ton press.
Sarah likes variety. After some years of having to scrounge and forage for scraps, just having the option to order anything on the menu still feels like a dream come true sometimes. So she switches it up... but pizza is definitely the go to.
"Hawaiian pizza... and do we have any ice cream left?" she asks, hopefully.
Sarah picks her wife up, lifting off the ground and spinning a bit. "That's wonderful! It had taken so long with no news... I'd kind of stopped thinking about it."
"I'm sure he'll be happy to help, yes. Its still... well, not the same, but he's been very kind while I've been here. And, of course, he really is a lot like Dad was."