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WHO:

meowminx
WHERE: Bond's latest apartment
WHEN: Monday 17th, evening
SUMMARY: Selina comes over for explodey things, dinner and cealrly Bond's outstanding company
WARNINGS: James Bond
FORMAT: Whatever~

James prides himself on managing to get a date out of almost any scenario, so getting Selina over for dinner just because of an original talk of grenades is a win in his books. Even if they are just doing the 'friend' thing, which he can't say he's too worried about.

He's managed to be alone in his apartment for the evening, spending the last hour or so cleaning himself up and changing into smart casual attire, because even at home James likes to be well presented to the ladies.

And so when Selina arrives, he's ready to buzz her and open his door invitingly.

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"Consider me interested." Selina sets her glass down. Still cradling the plush, of course.

"Alright. Well, I currently have a friend staying. And I don't even mean 'friend'." His wine has already been finished off and he's depositing the empty glass on the table.

"Really." She glances at the plush, then back at James, her smile growing. "And how old is she?"

"... Does it matter?" He's just a little too defensive about this, really.

And that's really the main reason she keeps prying. "Of course it does."

A roll of his eyes and James just decides to answer, because right now, lying is more hassle than it's worth around Selina. "Ten. But she's out. I got rid of her for your arrival."

Selina's doing her best not to smirk. "You didn't have to do that."

And then, the obvious question. "Is she yours?"

The question has him frowning just a little too much at the sheer idea of him ever having kids, "God no. I'd pay her to go away if she were just to avoid all that... fathering. This one is a lot easier than that. When I need some time alone, I just give her a few hundred bucks and send her to go get some hookers or whatever else ten year olds do these days." Always the mature and responsible adult figure that he is.

Picking up her glass, Selina makes a bit of a face at him. But she doesn't say anything. He's digging himself into a big enough hole without her asking any more questions.

And the "Why?" is obvious enough anyway.

Yeah, well, with great maturity he's just going to ignore the questioning stare.

"You can keep that toy. I'm sure she'd be more than happy if she knew 'Catwoman' had it."

"I'm a little above stealing a child's toy, James." She sets it down on the next seat over. "Do you need anything?" she asks in a slightly different tone. She suspects he doesn't exactly have what it takes to care for a kid readily on hand.

"... No. I'm not looking after her. I'm only used if she needs to reach something above a few feet. Or if she needs weaponry advice. That's it." Which is exactly why James doesn't mind the kid staying, because she's perfectly capable of looking after herself.

"Ah." Selina drinks a bit more wine while she mulls that over. James seems to have raced ahead of her on beverage consumption. "Sounds like she'd get along pretty well with the latest Robin."

James does like his alcohol, especially if it helps distract him from subjects like these. "Don't think I know him."

"Raised by assassins. Kind of a brat." She drains her glass. "You were planning to cook, if I'm not mistaken."

"I was trying to avoid it, if I'm honest," he admits with a small smile, reaching for the wine bottle and moving to top her up again. "Chinese is only a call away."

There's a mock pout coming on. "You promised." There, doesn't he feel bad now?

Not really. But maybe slightly considering this, "I didn't promise. Nevertheless, if you're adamant, I suppose I could cook up something."

"Fine. You offered. Either way, I'm interested to see what you can manage." She smiles as she swipes the wine bottle for a refill.

"I have a talent for it," he states as he lets her steal the wine and moves to his feet to head towards the open plan kitchen. Granted the only reason he ever has cooked well is to woo potential ladies, but that's reason enough. "Salmon alright?"

So does Selina, or she's been trained at the very least. Still, it's rare that she cooks. The last time was Thanksgiving and she doesn't really want to think about that...

"Salmon's fine." People always assume she likes fish because of the cat thing, but salmon is doable.

Thank God Bond's never had to worry about Thanksgiving. The only family holiday he has to avoid is Christmas and he tends to forget it quite successfully.

"Good, because it's all I've got," he replies, doing whatever kitcheny prep work needs doing. He's mostly forgotten the whole cat and fish reference, he just likes salmon because it's easy.

Sitting around while he does the work is tempting, but considering he's covering dinner and grenades, and she wheedled the information about the girl out of him...

Glass in hand, she heads into the kitchen. "Need a hand?"

Prepping doesn't take long anyway, a few vegetables and whatever else, but he's glancing up at Selina between some fast slicing. "Actually, yes. Your hand. Down there." His eyes flick down to Bond Jnr for just a second before his attention is back on the veg. But he's smirking to show he's joking. Mostly.

Selina rolls her eyes, but doesn't leave the kitchen, instead leaning against the counter and sipping from her glass. Surprisingly, he seems to know what he's doing.