@thenamesallison paged: you're my friend and to some extent my wife.
the words register in her head and she can't help but laugh. loudly and, admittedly, obnoxiously before it dies off almost as quickly as it started and a mock offended look. "wait hang on, if i'm your wife why do i not have a ring? or a ring pop at least." she holds up her left hand. her wedding ring from her husband is nicely on her right hand, which leaves her left hand completely free except for the other rings that she's currently wearing. not important.
"but as your friend and to some extent, your wife. i feel like this is buttering me up for a favour. oh do we get to do one of those fake dating things? that would be fun. is it for a gala? a fundraiser? some other... thing that rich people and superheroes do?"
