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[vdova]

[ Miss Romanoff has a peculiar expression on her face, holding an empty box of Waitress So So's upside down, shaking it slightly. She looks almost... calm.

Too calm. ] I don’t know who you are. I don’t know what you want. If you are looking for Twinkles, I can tell you I don't have any. But what I do have are a very particular set of skills; skills I have acquired over a very long career. Skills that make me a nightmare for people like you. If you buy me more snack cakes, that’ll be the end of it. I will not look for you, I will not pursue you. But if you don’t, I will look for you, I will find you, and I will kill you.

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[themuse]

[This is probably the most Kate has laughed in weeks. Thank you, Natasha.]

We can make a good case for it between the two of us. If you want me to, I'll send someone over right away to dust that box for prints.

[vdova]

[ She is not above using her powers for evil good. Natasha grins. ] Sounds good. Natasha Romanoff.

[themuse]

Kate Beckett. Nice to meet you, though I regret it being under the circumstances of the demise of your snack cakes.

[vdova]

Indeed.. but they'll be avenged. I'm sure of it.

[themuse]

I wouldn't expect anything less from someone with a seemingly impressive skill set.

[vdova]

I've had quite a few years to hone them.

[themuse]

Same here. Though something tells me we went about it different ways.

[vdova]

[ There's a small chuckle. ] Probably.

[themuse]

I think you work some with my roommate. Sheska?

[vdova]

She's the personal assistant to a friend of mine.

[themuse]

She seems pretty fond of you guys.