"So, I heard you are charged with... Killing people," Brown told the older woman with a silky smile, as she poured some tea for the both of them to drink. "That is admirable, to say the least. If I would, I would kill more people than just my husband, but I do not think that would give me any money. I would probably just end up getting arrested and losing all of my money that way, and wouldn't that be a real damn fucking shame?" She laughed as she leaned against the seat, allowing the other party to take in the scenery as needed.
Both women were seated in the salon, with the only background noise being the flickering of the fire in a nearby fireplace. Brown had thought of replacing that damn fireplace too many times before, but in this moment, it was tolerable, mostly because it eased the tension between the two. Not that the older woman posed any actual risk to the aristocrat, but she did work for someone whom Brown had spoken once with as a flirtation, and that by itself might've made it a little... Awkward?
She coughed into her sleeve before straightening her posture and grunting with an extended hand, "But the thing is... You do it all because of someone who treated you kindly... Once, I believe? Correct me if I am wrong in that regard, miss." A wry chuckle was allowed to come out, but it also had that... Somewhat wistful note to it, one that she'd normally never release. The woman blinked for a few seconds before wiping at her brow, then taking another sip of tea.
But wait, this wasn't supposed to be just any talk, right? Her eyes remained focused on the older woman before she shoved the teacup a considerable distance, then she continued to speak, but with hands in her lap this time:
"I hope the tea is passable for you, miss," she grunted with a raised brow, "I know for a fact that the tea I purchase tends to be on the herbal side of things, even if you do have a fondness for plants, which... Actually brings me to my point." Her shoulders previously hunched, the woman now relaxed herself considerably before fluttering her eyes at the other party.
"So, I heard," Brown mused aloud while gently tracing her finger against the pattern on the nearby table, "that you garden as a hobby, right? You love the flowers that grow in that noble's garden, and I have a feeling that the scents and sights appeal to you very much... Maybe... If you so desire, you can try... Taking a look at my garden, see which plants should grow next to which and the like? I have been growing them for years, and normally I would never let strangers just wallow in that part of my abode, but... Your expertise would make you an exception..."
She looked back out the window, to see the branches of oleander waving gently in the breeze, before adding calmly, "Besides, while you are at it, may you take some kudzu pods with you? That bastard vine is really threatening to overwhelm my garden at one point or another. Perhaps you can give them to that man if you do not wish to keep them yourself, which I would understand completely, but... Otherwise, I need them gone, and a woman like you is suitable for such an endeavor. Just... Do not worry about it right now. We should probably go back to the whole garden evaluation situation anyway."
*chants* frenemies, frenemies... though honestly it leans pretty heavily towards enemies because Brown is mean. :")
I'd die for Kiushhu once more, and here's a follow-up:
It was bright. Obnoxiously so, as Brown made sure that the parasol she held loomed over her head and cast a shadow upon her entire figure. It almost appeared from afar that she was cloaked in darkness, and as edgy as that sounded, it wouldn't be too far-fetched in applying as a metaphor to the woman in question. It also isolated her from the people around her, as it created a little radius surrounding her that only the very brave (and likely very stupid) would dare to breach.
Not that anyone would actually try. Right?
Brown thought one such challenger was approaching when she heard a familiar voice from a few meters away. For whatever reason, the aristocrat stopped walking and leaned the parasol slightly, just so the faintest inkling of sunlight could touch her brows. They knitted as she took notice of the uberhero approaching her, and with no fossil in tow! She was still a little pissed about them dismissing her so rudely the last time they met (even if she was pretty rude herself), and the fact that they came up empty-handed - with the exception of a single leaf - did much to frustrate her.
"I suppose so," she grunted with a bitter and hollow laugh, ".You and me, again. I think it would be foolish to call each other strangers at this point, because we have seen each other so much. I almost wish that was not the case, but guess who keeps trailing behind me like a flock of ravens?" Holding a hand up to her mouth, the woman made sure to show off her teeth as she beheld them. It was almost mocking, really, but she didn't give a shit. At least part of it was genuine relief, that she was encountering this fellow instead of someone else. Brown leaned the parasol back even further, allowing more of the sunlight to strike her face. In almost any other situation, she probably would've noticed this blunder and immediately covered her face in shadow once more.
But first of all, this was intentional. Second of all, she didn't really seem to mind all this, even if they looked at her like they were about to kick her ass if she tried anything funny (and they had every right to).
Almost curiously, Brown blinked and tilted her head when the uberhero's focus shifted away from her, which she was okay with. At least it would've broken up some of the tension that started to settle around them like a suffocating mist.
Even then, she narrowed her eyes as they repeated her words from previously, and she answered crassly, "Well, yes. It was sort of a joke back then, too, but that was only to lighten up the situation and make it a little less awkward for the both of us." She rolled her eyes and shifted her parasol so that the sun was completely blocked from her face once more. "Even if I am an ass, I hope you know that I am sincere at least some of the time, and this was one of those times. You may look and act like an ass too, but I can tell that you are not really one, and you know what? I kind of like that. Genuinely. I said it once, and I will say it again, lest your fucking tiny brain did not wrap around it the first time: I would not mind getting onto a better foot with you in time."
"Though, obviously, whether you want it to be sooner of later... That is up to you," Brown grunted with a shrug of her shoulders, "I have no say in it, because I frankly don't give a single shit. At least not about how long it takes, of course. Just, ideally... Eventually."