Outside the apartment above Needful Things, Thursday afternoon

[knightinshinarmor]

Remy was now extremely familiar with breaking into the shop downstairs, but he seldom made his way from there up to the apartment above. Harley had been pretty clear about her boundaries, and he only really felt okay violating them in the shop itself.

But he'd just had a conversation with Pam and felt the need to offer at least a little something that might help Harley with her mood in these trying times. So after booking a quickie portal down to New Orleans, he returned to Fandom with a plate of what at first glance appeared to be entirely powdered sugar, but was, in fact, beignets. Direct from the very best source of the excessively sugared treats, Cafe du Monde.

He fully intended to just drop the plate off, knock on her door, and then duck speedily out of sight. Let it be an anonymous treat.

He might be ever so slightly off his game, though, with Pam's comment about Harley being an alternate version of her girlfriend, and what it would be like for him to have to hang out with an alternate Rogue every day, cycling through his mind. . . .

[for the one whose apartment it is, please!]

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[knightinshinarmor]

Remy snorted. “You wouldn’t believe how many places I’ve been full of people who don’t like me.”

She might, actually. How many times had she tried to kick him out of her store?

“If they don’t like you, that’s their problem.”

[totalwildcard]

Harley made a pitiful little noise.

And then finally, clearly to drown her sorrows, lifted her head off his shoulder and bit into the beignet.

... And promptly groaned, but in the good way.

[knightinshinarmor]

Remy had to grin.

“Good, oui? Some time you should try them really fresh. Like hot little pillows of sugar.”

[totalwildcard]

"I wanna go to sleep on 'em," Harley sighed, through what felt like all the powdered sugar in the world.

Solely because he'd said that, yes. The image was now in her head, about pillows.

[knightinshinarmor]

Remy chuckled. “Glad you like them, chef.”

[totalwildcard]

Harley responded by taking another big bite, and savoring it.

But, once she had...

"Yanno, Frenchie," she said, turning her head towards him with a considering look, "maybe you ain't half bad. Sometimes."

[knightinshinarmor]

“Only on special occasions,” Remy said easily.

[totalwildcard]

Harley couldn't help a soft huff in response. Wry.

"I'll take it."