To: Summer Rainault
Subject: Re: Hey! It’s Jane
Message:
Hah, don’t worry about it, you don’t have to! But awesome, meet me at this place called Puff Pastry, over on ninth avenue. It’s amazing, seriously. Best doughnuts you’ll ever eat. Fresh all the time.
Yeah, I’m suuure about Tony. You can feel free to insult his website to him all you want, though – we’d all get a kick out of that.
And by the way, not all of the good looking ones are bastards. Thor sure as hell isn’t, and he’s the best-looking of the bunch.
See you tomorrow!
Jane
Summer walked into the pastry shop, clicked her phone shut, and dropped into a seat with a sigh. The place smelled amazing, that was certain, and the glorious scent of fresh baked goods helped her shoulders relax.
Most people thought being a superhero was a wonderful thing. It really wasn’t, all the time. They weren’t finding bodies, anymore, but there was debris everywhere yet, and the memories would be painful for a long time. Hopefully, she thought, reconnecting with Jane and hearing all her good news would help some of that. Revelling in someone else’s happiness was always nice.