>>6049931“Stop, you two.” Matilda doesn’t want chaos inside her dojo. “Were you playing dead the entire time?” Matilda stares at the mask’s eyes like they’re functional.
“Halfway through, yes. I decided not to interrupt, a professional villain knows timing, and a house guest knows not to be disrespectful.” Lord Gargoyle tries to be as maliciously cordial as possible. “Thank you for having me, Ms. Spice. My dastardly accomplice, Leo Major, has told me much about you.”
“Like what for example?” Matilda is afraid her apprentice is doing bad marketing.
“Your devotion for the coin.” Lord Gargoyle pulls a wallet from beneath his mask, and hands some cold cash to Matilda. She pockets it.
“…You’re welcome to stay the evening.” Matilda won’t kick him out. The masked man nods.
“Also, my condolences for whoever the tape was about.” The villain played dead a bit too well.
“There’s no need…” Wilma feels like she keeps repeating herself.
“Hey, Lord Gargoyle.” You casually say.
“Salutations, Host of the Lightsbane. I see you’ve been doing well.” Lord Gargoyle is happy to see you here.
“Can’t say the same for you. What happened? Oliver told us he found you unconscious on the street.” You’re going to finally get some answers.
“Oh, yes, <span class="mu-i">that</span>. The defense protocol was activated to fend the intruders from the Temple. I ended up as collateral. Shame, but I’m alive and ready to continue my devious schemes as my life of terror continues.” Lord Gargoyle casually explains.
Oh, that explains everything, you’re glad you had this conversation. Now time to move on.
<span class="mu-s">What do you do?</span>
>“Can I get some delicious context while I make some important pudding?” You can cook and receive information at the same time. Cool, isn’t it?>“I’ll call Oliver to tell him you’re fine.” You feel like that will ease his worries.>“That’s awful. Anyway, who is ready for some dessert?” Wiggle your eyebrows. That’s all you need to know.>Write In. 