LAYLA EL-FAOULY

Like come on- I need to be 25% more vengeful this year to make the quota-

Penn Museum 29-128-1077

written by Jed MacKay art by Domenico Carbone & Rachelle Rosenberg

written by Jed MacKay art by Domenico Carbone & Rachelle Rosenberg

That was until she felt a hand on her shoulder, snapping her out of her haze as she turned around in the roller chair she was in and looked up to see who was greeting her.

[Jake begins to turn Layla's roller chair around slowly with his foot, tilting his head to the side in amusement as she rotates around] You can take a break and hang out with me though, right?

She let him turn her chair to face him, slowly. Raising a playful eyebrow at him. Her face exhausted. “I guess, if I have to.” She joked.

I can cook ya somethin too if you just want to stay in

She hummed quietly, closing a few books on her desk and turning her laptop off. Rubbing her tired eyes and putting her phone in her pocket.

[He swings open the front door, holding it for Layla with a flourish] After you. ...You don't think Marc will mind us takin' his stuff, right?

She laughed at that. “He’ll be fine. If he’s got a problem with it, he can take it up with me. I’m his wife, he can’t say no to me.”

[Jake begins walking out of the building towards his car, keeping shoulder to shoulder with Layla, shivering slightly from the light rain and cold] ...You know Marc loves you a lot, right? He would do almost anything for ya, I'm sure of it.

“Yeah, I hope he does. I know he does.” She gave a weak smile at the thought. “He’s just… got an odd way of showing it sometimes, right? But I love him.”

[Jake offers her over the quilt before getting in the car himself and turning the key, changing the subject slightly] No point in you freezing to death on the drive over, right? [Jake pats the dashboard of the old taxi fondly] She is the most beautiful vehicle ever created, but the heating systems do need some work... I'll- I'll- get to that this weekend or something.

She snickered. “I think I can survive a little cold. But the blanket’s certainly helping.” She teased. Shaking her head and grinning at his affection for the car. “Yeah, but the minute you try, Steven and Marc are gonna be loudly judging you the entire time on your methods.”

... Have you ever been into fixing stuff?

“Well, I was usually the one to fix broken shit in the apartment. My dad taught me, always wanted me to be independent. It’s not my favourite thing to do, though.”

... Ya know I hear you talk a lot about your dad, but I've never heard anything about your mom...

... I bet she'd be proud of you, though.

But she smiled at that statement. “I hope so. She was an archaeologist too.”

[Jake thinks for a moment, expression growing slightly more serious if Layla were to be watching] ...I don't know what Marc's parents did. Doesn't really matter- being a cabbie is by far the most honorable profession. [He smiles a little bit, clearly aware that driving a car was the least of his job description]

She hummed quietly, nodding. “Or maybe being the avatar of an ancient Egyptian god might be up there too?” She teased.

How has Taweret being doing anyways? I know you still go on missions and stuff, I guess I've just never asked what all you've been up to

How dangerous are your missions anyway? I know you've joined Marc on a few of his, but I guess I don't actually know the focus of your work.

“I mean, I wouldn’t say they’re too dangerous. Taweret is a goddess of women and childbirth. If I’m not helping Marc, I’m helping women in dangerous situations and trouble and any other civilians along the way. It’s actually pretty cool.”

... Layla, what do you think your job would have been- in another life?

[Jake playfully swats at Layla's legs, not actually minding if she scuffed the dashboard leather] I guess I got pretty lucky didn't I? Half my dream profession coming true and all

Laughter bubbled up her chest as he swatted at her legs, a mischievous look on her face. “I would say yeah. Maybe you can do some volunteering in your free time, hm? I’m sure Steven would also like to do that.”

[He grabs her shoulders, practically shaking her back and forth with excitement] I keep asking Marc over and over and he always says no! I need one! Please make him say yes!! Layla!!-

“How do you know he’s not gonna say no to me?” She spoke through her giggles.

That was until she felt a hand on her shoulder, snapping her out of her haze as she turned around in the roller chair she was in and looked up to see who was greeting her.

[Jake begins to turn Layla's roller chair around slowly with his foot, tilting his head to the side in amusement as she rotates around] You can take a break and hang out with me though, right?

She let him turn her chair to face him, slowly. Raising a playful eyebrow at him. Her face exhausted. “I guess, if I have to.” She joked.

I can cook ya somethin too if you just want to stay in

She hummed quietly, closing a few books on her desk and turning her laptop off. Rubbing her tired eyes and putting her phone in her pocket.

[He swings open the front door, holding it for Layla with a flourish] After you. ...You don't think Marc will mind us takin' his stuff, right?

She laughed at that. “He’ll be fine. If he’s got a problem with it, he can take it up with me. I’m his wife, he can’t say no to me.”

[Jake begins walking out of the building towards his car, keeping shoulder to shoulder with Layla, shivering slightly from the light rain and cold] ...You know Marc loves you a lot, right? He would do almost anything for ya, I'm sure of it.

“Yeah, I hope he does. I know he does.” She gave a weak smile at the thought. “He’s just… got an odd way of showing it sometimes, right? But I love him.”

[Jake offers her over the quilt before getting in the car himself and turning the key, changing the subject slightly] No point in you freezing to death on the drive over, right? [Jake pats the dashboard of the old taxi fondly] She is the most beautiful vehicle ever created, but the heating systems do need some work... I'll- I'll- get to that this weekend or something.

She snickered. “I think I can survive a little cold. But the blanket’s certainly helping.” She teased. Shaking her head and grinning at his affection for the car. “Yeah, but the minute you try, Steven and Marc are gonna be loudly judging you the entire time on your methods.”

... Have you ever been into fixing stuff?

“Well, I was usually the one to fix broken shit in the apartment. My dad taught me, always wanted me to be independent. It’s not my favourite thing to do, though.”

... Ya know I hear you talk a lot about your dad, but I've never heard anything about your mom...

... I bet she'd be proud of you, though.

But she smiled at that statement. “I hope so. She was an archaeologist too.”

[Jake thinks for a moment, expression growing slightly more serious if Layla were to be watching] ...I don't know what Marc's parents did. Doesn't really matter- being a cabbie is by far the most honorable profession. [He smiles a little bit, clearly aware that driving a car was the least of his job description]

She hummed quietly, nodding. “Or maybe being the avatar of an ancient Egyptian god might be up there too?” She teased.

How has Taweret being doing anyways? I know you still go on missions and stuff, I guess I've just never asked what all you've been up to

How dangerous are your missions anyway? I know you've joined Marc on a few of his, but I guess I don't actually know the focus of your work.

“I mean, I wouldn’t say they’re too dangerous. Taweret is a goddess of women and childbirth. If I’m not helping Marc, I’m helping women in dangerous situations and trouble and any other civilians along the way. It’s actually pretty cool.”

... Layla, what do you think your job would have been- in another life?

[Jake playfully swats at Layla's legs, not actually minding if she scuffed the dashboard leather] I guess I got pretty lucky didn't I? Half my dream profession coming true and all

Laughter bubbled up her chest as he swatted at her legs, a mischievous look on her face. “I would say yeah. Maybe you can do some volunteering in your free time, hm? I’m sure Steven would also like to do that.”

That was until she felt a hand on her shoulder, snapping her out of her haze as she turned around in the roller chair she was in and looked up to see who was greeting her.

[Jake begins to turn Layla's roller chair around slowly with his foot, tilting his head to the side in amusement as she rotates around] You can take a break and hang out with me though, right?

She let him turn her chair to face him, slowly. Raising a playful eyebrow at him. Her face exhausted. “I guess, if I have to.” She joked.

I can cook ya somethin too if you just want to stay in

She hummed quietly, closing a few books on her desk and turning her laptop off. Rubbing her tired eyes and putting her phone in her pocket.

[He swings open the front door, holding it for Layla with a flourish] After you. ...You don't think Marc will mind us takin' his stuff, right?

She laughed at that. “He’ll be fine. If he’s got a problem with it, he can take it up with me. I’m his wife, he can’t say no to me.”

[Jake begins walking out of the building towards his car, keeping shoulder to shoulder with Layla, shivering slightly from the light rain and cold] ...You know Marc loves you a lot, right? He would do almost anything for ya, I'm sure of it.

“Yeah, I hope he does. I know he does.” She gave a weak smile at the thought. “He’s just… got an odd way of showing it sometimes, right? But I love him.”

[Jake offers her over the quilt before getting in the car himself and turning the key, changing the subject slightly] No point in you freezing to death on the drive over, right? [Jake pats the dashboard of the old taxi fondly] She is the most beautiful vehicle ever created, but the heating systems do need some work... I'll- I'll- get to that this weekend or something.

She snickered. “I think I can survive a little cold. But the blanket’s certainly helping.” She teased. Shaking her head and grinning at his affection for the car. “Yeah, but the minute you try, Steven and Marc are gonna be loudly judging you the entire time on your methods.”

... Have you ever been into fixing stuff?

“Well, I was usually the one to fix broken shit in the apartment. My dad taught me, always wanted me to be independent. It’s not my favourite thing to do, though.”

... Ya know I hear you talk a lot about your dad, but I've never heard anything about your mom...

... I bet she'd be proud of you, though.

But she smiled at that statement. “I hope so. She was an archaeologist too.”

[Jake thinks for a moment, expression growing slightly more serious if Layla were to be watching] ...I don't know what Marc's parents did. Doesn't really matter- being a cabbie is by far the most honorable profession. [He smiles a little bit, clearly aware that driving a car was the least of his job description]

She hummed quietly, nodding. “Or maybe being the avatar of an ancient Egyptian god might be up there too?” She teased.

How has Taweret being doing anyways? I know you still go on missions and stuff, I guess I've just never asked what all you've been up to

How dangerous are your missions anyway? I know you've joined Marc on a few of his, but I guess I don't actually know the focus of your work.

“I mean, I wouldn’t say they’re too dangerous. Taweret is a goddess of women and childbirth. If I’m not helping Marc, I’m helping women in dangerous situations and trouble and any other civilians along the way. It’s actually pretty cool.”

... Layla, what do you think your job would have been- in another life?