Marsha had no idea what she walked in to and as Doris spoke, the scene became clear. Marsha had not cooked her own food in years so she could not speak much but the pies looked better than anything she could make.

She took Doris's hands and looked into her big puppy dog eyes. She smiled sweetly like a best friend would.

"Oh I can do more than read your mind. I know what a woman of your stature and beauty needs. Leave the pies and come overcharge a credit card with me. We will shop all of Gotham, eat in nothing less than five star and we will end the day with whatever entertainment your heart desires."

Marsha knew how to treat her friends, her dearest got the best treatment. Just ask Roxxy or Insecta. She loved making her friends happy and bond with them. Doris was one she wanted to bond with and hoped this was how.

She turned Doris's hand over and kissed her knuckle. "Come. Leave this and let us go play. I can have my assistant help you tomorrow. I want to spend time with my Doris. Hang up the apron."

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If dreams truly were meant to come true, then surely this was the moment. Admittedly, Doris couldn't recall the last time she'd gotten to do a girl's night out, nor done any sort of large shopping spree. It felt as though the dame’s wallet was always laced with a coat of thick dust; each time she opened it appeared as though a cloud of dust would puff out of the fibers. It was no wonder why on occasion she'd have things 'accidentally' fall into her pockets at the store. Additionally, the last time she'd taken a break? Oh dear…

Doris was SUCH a devoted partner to Edgar Cizko-- oh AHEM, devoted--Partner in crime, of course! But sometimes she'd find herself so wrapped up in what he was doing, or what she could do to better assist him with his many, many schemes that she'd often lose her time of the day, forgetting to put moments off to the side for herself. Yes, in Doris's eyes he was wonderful-- BUT. She needed some time away from men, she wanted to spend some time with the girls! It was time she put up that apron of her's for the day…

" Goodness me, Marsha! OH-hohohohoo~!!" Doris let out a humbled yet rather elegant fit of laughter before she went to untie the apron she had on, one that'd been stained with flour and other remains left behind from the many pies she'd attempted to bake. " I feel so pampered already... hm.. 'Pampered--' " Her voice trailed off as her gaze seemed to wander along with it

The things men do for love..

"Doris, you angel, you do so spoil me, don't you?" Sometimes, when you care for someone, you had to lie. You had to swallow down unpleasantness and indulge in things you couldn't stand. And Giganta had quite the habit of cooking like she had learned from a 1960's free junkmail cookbook. But the way she smiled when he indulged in her abominable cooking was so worth the intestinal distress.

He would carefully serve himself a small amount- enough that he'd be able to tolerate the nightmarish texture without a sensory short circuit- and grin up at his companion. "But I shouldn't indulge myself too much. We do have reservations."

His ticket out- perhaps manipulative, but well, he was in the Legion for a reason.

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Ah Edgar... what a breathe of fresh air he was to her. She was practically eye goggling him as he simply prepared himself a slice of the 'salad' she'd prepped. His voice, him calling her an angel- it was like a record being played on repeat in her head. How was he able to cast such a spell on her? She sometimes couldn't understand it herself; the feeling and emotions she would be put under. She just- wanted to be there for him, be around him. Was this normal? She couldn't ever recall another time she'd ever felt this way towards another...

While these thoughts flooded her mind, Doris found herself in some sort of idle trance; having such keen focus on her thoughts that the outer world grew silent. For a moment, even the man's voice became background noise during this daydream.

Blinking a few times, Doris came back to letting out a quick "- huh?? OH! " reservations? What was he talking about? Retracing her steps, she focused back on the words he'd previously spoken which she'd accidentally glossed over. Wait- wait... did he mean? reservations for-- just THEM two?

“YOu my darling are a national treasure. You would never believe how many a gelatin I’ve observed. Air pockets! Yours shine just as they were intended to pure.. clean... Do tell me if you work with anything other than a traditional circle mold? A ... mushroom... a biscuit shape... perhaps even a flower shape.”

------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Doris blinked a few times feeling rather thunderstruck. Yes, she'd been complimented many times before but this felt different, and she felt a sense of genuinely gladness and rather touched by his words. Admittedly though, it felt quite conflicting as part of her didn't want to feel so touched while the other part of her wanted more. Who doesn't like a little bit of complimentary though?

❝ Ohohoho— Dearest me. Well truth be told I stol- I mean BORROWED, ahem; A retro cooking book at some store then followed the instructions in it. You just gently swirl the warmed gelatin in the bowl instead of stirring it. A common mistake a lot of people do but ❞