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"Hey! You've reached Skye. Leave a message. I mean, if you want to. Or uh, don't. Whatever."

If I wasn't enticing enough with the goodie bags, I'll have you know that there are two attendees with of questionable intention that have a date with a special red cosmetic pencil. What's drawn there will be up entirely to our vast imaginations, but I'm leaning toward dick.

Oh, hey. Sorry, I meant to respond to your post. I've been kind of busy with work stuff lately.

[That's conveniently timed with the end of the Summer Games, but oh well.]

Sounds like a good time, though. Count me in.

[ he gets it and conveniently doesn't mention it. ]

I'd hate to have you show up and be out a bag of goodies because invitational complications.

Take it more as a distraction from your work.

[ or "a distraction from yourself." ]

Like I can pass up an opportunity to make someone else's face into a work of art. Please. I wouldn't miss it for the world.

I thought you'd rather see it in person than find out second hand from Instagram.

Awww. That's sweet. Admit it, you'd just be lost without me.

Those are bold words.

[ not your buttery knife today, Skye. ]

But true.

How's the thingie with Stark going?

"Thingie" being "work" or the power thingie?

The Nullifier-majig.

That's what I thought.

We're working on it. You'll be the first to know when we've got results.

Maybe I would be lost without you.

Well. You could probably liaise with Tony Stark if you put your mind to it too.

I'm just better at it.

I'm sure I could, but somehow the prospect doesn't exactly seem appealing to me or him.

[ moreso that it was easier this way. ]

It may be easier for you to tune out when he talks about himself.

Which is all the time.