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It's a rare afternoon off that finds Lily grocery shopping. It's not the sort of thing she does often, given how regularly she goes out to eat instead, but it helps to have some food around the apartment for those days she doesn't feel like heading out or the days when someone else might just want to stay inside.

She's come straight from rehearsal, still dressed in her tights and a long sweater, her hair pulled back from her face. This isn't the girl she usually presents to the world either, fresh faced and a hell of a lot more innocent looking than she usually is, but it's fun in its own way. She even feels different, a little more like the person she was on the island.

When she turns down the street toward the grocery store, she lights up in a smile at the sight of Kaine coming toward her. "Well, hey there," she says, shifting her gym bag higher onto her shoulder. "It's been awhile." She hasn't gone looking for him, but she certainly hasn't been avoiding him either. Not after that night.

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"That's good, it's really a pain in the ass."

It was also dangerous, but I'm sure she can figure that out for herself. No aliens come because they want to help us out with all our problems. If they do, it's usually just a trick.

Lily gives a snort of laughter as they arrive at the pizza restaurant and tilts her head slightly, looking at Kaine. "Sounds like the sort of thing that's actually an understatement," she says as she pushes the door open with her hip, a little bell above their heads tinkling as they walk inside. "Missing your train is a pain in the ass."

"You think any trains run on time when the Skrulls invade?" I ask, arching an eyebrow as I follow her into the pizza place and try not to think too much about that movement of her hips.

"Or some asshole thinks stilts are a superpower and he can rob a bank with them and suddenly the subway you need to use is closed for the day."

Lily laughs as she slides into a booth, putting her bag down by her feet. "Stilts?" she asks, then shakes her head. "No, you're right, I'm glad I haven't had to spend all my life dealing with superheroes or supervillains or aliens."

"Four. Four dumb asses were Stilt-Man," I say, shaking my head. It's pathetic and a sad state of affairs when you consider a world that is so inundated with heroes and villains someone is Stilt-Man.

"Including. I shit you not: Lady Stilt-Man."