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Backdated to just after Del's App))


Macavity glanced down his new – ally? Associate? – certainly not inferior or friend; ‘friend’ was an concept from so long ago that he’d just about forgotten that he might still have known what it meant, and judging by the causal way she warped reality and space-time around her, thinking of her as someone to be ordered about would be a highly questionable idea.

Currently, his new…acquaintance was creating small moths or butterflies that to even his not naturally colour-sensitive eyes were as bright as the crown jewels that even now (he hoped) resided in his lair back in London, while the paste versions sat on display in the Tower.

So…pretty…he snapped himself out of it. Keeping level minded around Delirium would be a task in and of itself.

They reached the stall, and Macavity went behind it, finding a scoop and several tubs that seemed mysteriously cold in the day’s heat.

“Now,” he said to her, “which flavour would you like?”

(( And that's just asking for trouble..*grins*))