the roof option was meant to be a joke

[whathawksdo]

WHO: Power Girl & Hawke
WHERE: The roof of the Lucky Cat Cafe.
WHEN: Some afternoon, early July.
WHAT: Sometimes just randomly tagging asking someone out onto your apology works out in some weird random way, okay?
WARNINGS: n/a

Don't even think about it. I am capable to setting you on fire, you know.

[ Directed at a pigeon eying the coffee in hand a little too close for comfort, up on a roof where there isn't much of a place to set them down.

That's right. Coffee on the rooftop of the place serving coffee, menacing pigeons while she waits.

An interesting choice for coffee, provided you like the company of pigeons. More pigeons than Hawke would have expected on the roof of something named after a cat, but she suspected the one cat they did have wasn't in need of any extra meals. That's the thought she's more or less dwelling on at the moment, up there with two coffees in to-go cups (dropping mugs from up here, probably a bad idea). No chairs, which is something she'd turned down after talking her way up to the roof in the first place. That would have seemed like trying too hard, honestly, and why add the extra effort for some poor employee to drag chairs up and down stairs?

Instead, she's leaning against one of those large, metal units for something or other, the sort stuck up on roofs. Hawke's never really tried to figure those out, but they do make a good wall in lieu of any real ones. Leaning there, holding coffee, dressed as casual as she typically is. Jeans, red tank top, and hugely regretting offering an outside option on a humid Florida day. ]

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[boobwindow]

Setting them on fire is only going to make things messy for you, you know.

[ Calls Power Girl from twenty feet above in the sky, lowering herself onto the rooftop. She's in costume unsurprisingly, unfazed by the humidity apparently despite the cape around her shoulders and full sleeves and gloves. Maybe it's the fact she never covers her legs. Who knows!

She honestly hopes she isn't going to have to stop Hawke from lighting up a couple of dumb birds atop of someone's place of business. Wouldn't that make a great story for the local news? ]

And I don't want the owner getting upset someone's barbecuing wild animals on her roof.

[whathawksdo]

[ Probably the legs thing. Okay, definitely the legs thing, but current company certainly appreciates the style choice. She just... won't say as much, out loud. Anyway, with Power Girl floating, Hawke's left craning her head up to squint at her through the sunlight. ]

...you can fly? [ Oddly, for how long she's been here, she's never actually hung out with any imPort who could fly. It's not so much said in surprise as in awe, but then there's that pigeon issue to address. She ends up giving the impending pigeons the evil eye again, but that's all. ] Only an idle threat.

[ Albeit one that would fit in with Florida's plethora of wacky news stories. ]

I would have to put these down to do it and that's exactly what they want.

[boobwindow]

Thanks for waiting.

[ She lands on the roof finally, holding out her hand for her cup of coffee. She feels a bit bad for making Hawke wait, but on the way she had to pull someone out from their car they had somehow driven off the road and into a lake (following GPS they said), getting a young girl's cat out of a tree, and then hailing down an officer in a park where a flasher was harassing young women.

It's been a long day. ]

I can fly. [ She repeats, looking over at Hawke in amusement. ] Did I not mention that?

[whathawksdo]

[ It's a dilemma Hawke would empathize with, at least, even if she's no longer in Kirkwall and no longer the one stopping every five steps to fix a problem. Which is, actually, somewhat of a relief at times. So, she can only shrug as she passes over the coffee. ]

There's a breeze up here, so it's fine, and, no, I'm not sure you did. I think I would have remembered the flying part very well. Have you always been able to?

[boobwindow]

That's right. It's not something the Porter gave me.

[ Or tampered with, thankfully. She's long over having her powers fluctuate at random at the most inconvenient of times. ]

And then I can— [ With the pigeons still hovering around, she takes a deep breath and a moment later, expels a thin stream of wind to knock them away. Nothing too strong, just enough power to push them and make them scatter into the air. ] There we go.

[whathawksdo]

[ Don't make a joke, don't make a joke, don't make a-- ]

Aha. So you're secretly full of hot air. [ Because that and flying. Get it? Huh? Huh? ...yeah, Andraste help her and her awful humor. At least she avoided the worst of the "blowing" jokes. ] Useful for pesky birds, I'll give you that.

[boobwindow]

[ The joke gets a semi-deadpan look from Peej, but she lets it slide this once. ]

And what about you? What else can you do besides set things on fire?

[whathawksdo]

[ Hawke is used to looks like that. So very used. It doesn't faze her. ]

Besides fire? Oh, ice, lightning, shields, forces, telekinesis. I have a pretty fun arsenal of spells. Nothing that can top flying, however. I never did figure that one out...

[boobwindow]

I probably wouldn't suggest it.

[ She takes a sip of her coffee. ]

I've caught enough people falling from the sky lately.

[ It was one, but she really doesn't want it becoming habit. ]

[whathawksdo]

Fortunately for you, then, the only way I've ever seen another mage fly was the one who could turn into a dragon. That's Witch of the Wilds magic for you. It'd never be something I could pull off.

[ But she does say that so wistfully. ]

I even asked if she would show me how and all she did was laugh.

[boobwindow]

I'm glad for the lack of dragons, personally.

[ She's had enough punching giant monsters for one month. ]

So your world has mages, dragons... let me guess, princesses and knights, too?

[whathawksdo]

Oh, sure, but it'd be different if I happened to be the dragon.

[ Like she wouldn't be trying to eat anyone or hoard a bank or... things. Dragon things. ]

And yes, I suppose we have those somewhere. Princes and princesses and templars and chevaliers and such. I've known quite a few templars, though only one prince.

[boobwindow]

It sounds kind of medieval.

[ Or very... ]

I'm guessing grabbing a coffee on the go isn't possible there?

[whathawksdo]

From what I can tell, it is, apparently.

[ Definitely not up to the standards of the modern world, right here, right now. ]

Grabbing any kind of drink on the go wouldn't have been much of an option, either, so I'll give that much to this world.

[boobwindow]

[ She wouldn't last in a world without coffee, she thinks. So what if she doesn't need it? It's delicious! The same goes for so many other kinds of foods and drinks. ]

Where are you from anyway?

[whathawksdo]

[ Hawke takes a moment to sip her own coffee, considering what answer to give. It's definitely not any names she'd expect Power Girl to recognize. ]

Thedas. [ She'll settle on the name of the known world first. ] Originally Ferelden in southern Thedas, but I did run north a bit to live in one of the city-states later. What about you?

[boobwindow]

[ None if it registers as familiar, but it's always interesting to hear about the worlds people come from and how different they are in comparison to this one or her own. Although she's seen magic, dragon, and other things that belonged in a Dungeons & Dragons game, it's never quite the same. ]

I'm living in the Big Apple back home.

[whathawksdo]

Ah. [ That... is a very strange place to imagine. Living in a big apple. ] That's... a nickname for somewhere, isn't it?

[boobwindow]

[ Oh, right... Hawke probably hasn't caught onto all the nicknames for the different cities in this country yet. ]

New York, I mean.

[whathawksdo]

Oh! That one! I've been there. Lovely place. Spent most of the time in their park, though.

[boobwindow]

Not that the Central isn't a great place to visit, but New York's got a lot to see.

While I haven't found a pizzeria here that compares to the ones back home, you've got to try the food there at least once.

[whathawksdo]

I had... gelato? Some cold ice cream thing. [ That wasn't ice cream at all. ] I didn't bother with pizza, since I've had that. I do like it, but it can't really vary that much, can it?

[boobwindow]

[ She gives Hawke a slightly incredulous look for that response. ]

Hoo boy, you've got a lot to learn about regional cuisine.

[ She makes it sound so fancy. ]

[whathawksdo]

Pizza is regional cuisine.

[ She sounds doubtful. ]

[boobwindow]

Hey, everyone makes it a little different.

[ She shrugs, grinning now. ]

Point is, if you're ever in New York again you have to try the pizza there.