"My father might. My mother and my fairy godmothers would be thrilled if I appeared in a tabloid. I might not hear the end of it for a while, but they'd be thrilled."
"I'm sure Uncle Steve will say that I'm a bad influence on you. The Stark genes and all." Anya grinned. Nope. Not ashamed of being a Stark. "It'll just be a matter of time until you're in one."
"That was kind of my thought, yes. If they're going to be there anyway, might as well either ignore them and assume they're going to write what they're going to write, or give them something entirely unfounded to run off with and force a retraction a week later."
"No better way to make the media look bad than make them print something blatantly false and have to issue an apology. It'd have to be big enough that they can't couch it in rumors and allegations, of course."
With the way Anya drove they made it to Big Nick's in almost no time, even with New York traffic. Parking was of course tricky, but Anya found a spot and they headed for big Nick's.
He does take a menu, not as familiar with it, but doesn't take very long to settle on something. "I'd say you should, but then we'd lose one thing that keeps helping drag you up here."
"One of the things," she corrected. "The parents expect regular visits and I have a new little brother to teach things to. There's shopping too. Charity events. Work."
He chuckles. "I said one thing, not /the/ one thing. Glad to hear we're not about to lose your sparkling presence for too long. Got to be a bad influence on the new Starkling, huh?"
"Of course," she said with a grin. "Someone has to teach him the ropes." She quirked an eyebrow. "Sparkling presence? Do I look like a Twilight vampire?"