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[clario]

[ the captured voice is brisk and to the point. ]

Anyone here know anything about sewing? I have a—suit. It needs altering. It's got a bunch of metal parts too. Don't know if that'll affect anything. [ and a lot of uncovered parts. hence the need for altering. ] We can negotiate a price.

[ a little pause where she seems to debate leaving it there. it's a long shot, but... ]

Is there a record kept of transports? Or a way of knowing who has ever been here?

[ another pause. ]

Thanks.

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[controlledvariable]

[she can do zat]

No problem. [milk and chocolate and other vaguely fancy ingredients are set to cook on the stove before Steph takes a seat across from Sweet Pea.] May I?

[with a nod to the bag; even if that's why the other girl is here, it still feels rude to just start rifling through someone else's bag.]

[clario]

[ she pushes it at her. sweet pea looks a bit disgruntled as she eyes the bag. ]

Be my guest. Before you ask, I did not pick it.

[controlledvariable]

[Steph's eyebrows go up, curious at whatever it is that's inspiring that sort of reaction, so maybe she's taking the clothes out a little more quickly than she might otherwise.

Her curiosity gives way to a wry expression, looking up at Sweet Pea for a moment before she finishes her inspection. First, and carefully, she sets the pauldron on the table, checking it for any damage, because that would be something a little beyond her.

The rest of the outfit isn't... terrible (she's seen a lot worse) but her main concern is how little protection it offers in combat situations.]

Are you a meta? [a beat, as she rememebrs that not everyone is familiar with that term] I mean-- do you have powers or anything? 'Cause this is all well and good if you're invulnerable, but if you're just a baseline human you're gonna need a hell of a lot more protection.

[More than just some altering.

Steph would rather start completely from scratch on something like this.]

[clario]

[ lips pursed, sweet pea crosses her legs. ]

No. No one does except in TV and shit like comics. [ a little pause. ] Do you?

[controlledvariable]

Nah, but my best friend's an alien with superpowers. [With a grin, before she lays out the outfit on the table, to get a proper look at it.] Did you have anything in mind for what you want?

[And with that Steph gets up again, moving back to the stove and the cocoa, though she's still facing Sweet Pea, waiting for her answer.]

[clario]

[ dryly: ] Something that doesn't look like it belongs swinging around a pole.

[controlledvariable]

[... Fair.

Give her a second while she pours the cocoa into two mugs, setting them both down on the table before going to grab a sketchbook and a pencil.

It's only a few seconds before she's seated again, opening to a blank page.]

I like the tunic, but I think it'd work better as a jacket over something a bit more protective. Do you wanna stick with the black colour scheme or branch out a little?

[She's just going to do a rough sketch of a basic black bodysuit with the tunic over the top, though she's changing the front of it to a zipper so that it'll come on and off more easily, giving it two sleeves instead of one, and adding more fabric to the bottom half so that the back can be laced up without losing the way it sits near the figure's legs.]

[clario]

I don't care. It's supposed to be my weapon. My--friend made me keep it.

[ babydoll isn't her friend. sweet pea doesn't know what babydoll is. but she doesn't feel like getting into their messed up relationship with a total stranger. ]

[controlledvariable]

[That's... not quite what she expected, but Steph nods anyway.]

I did a similar thing with my suit, and it's work pretty well for me. [Trying to be a little reassuring.] Do you have any other weapons you want to keep on you?

[Since she can incorporate holsters and such into the design.]

[clario]

I already have enough.

[ with a shotgun and an assault rifle she's still terrified of she has more than enough. plus the sword. ]

[controlledvariable]

[Gurl you're worrying.]

Yeah, but -- Do you want to holsters or anything as part of the outfit, 'cause I can work them in easily enough?

[clario]

It came with its own. [ that would be a no. ]

[controlledvariable]

Okay. [She makes a note of that beside the sketch, before adding some minor embellshments to the body suit because all black is boring.] I don't have a huge amount of spare body armour, but I can probably work up something that'll at least cover your torso and thighs, and hopefully as it develops it can strengthen what's already there. [Since that's what happened with hers.]

If you want more metal armour I can talk to a friend about getting something made.

[clario]

[ she shakes her head. regardless of what anyone says, she has no intention of fighting in it or out of it. so long as she's not reaching for a towel every time someone comes in during her mandatory practice times, she'll live with it. ]

I don't care about armor. I just want it covered.

[controlledvariable]

That makes my life easier. [She takes another few moments to look over the costume and the couple of sketches she's drawn, doing some mental calculations before setting everything down to curl her hands around the mug of cocoa, enjoying the warmth.] I should be able to get it done in about ten days, missions or bombings or other distractions aside.

[a beat, then:] I never got your name.

[clario]

Sweet Pea.

[ she lifts the mug to her mouth to take a sip. maybe it's just the amount of time since she was last able to enjoy, really enjoy, a hot chocolate, but it tastes like heaven. ]

Donny was right. It's good.

[controlledvariable]

Nice to meet you.

[She's assuming it's a codename, and considering she spent the first few months expecting people to call her "Batgirl", she isn't going to press for anything more than that.]

It's better when you can get really good chocolate. I got the recipe from my ex's butler.

[Always a weird sentence, in part because no one even has butlers anymore except Bruce and his kids, but also because Alfred always felt more like family than a servant.]