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There's No Business Like Snow Business...
Feb. 14th, 2014 01:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sue_richardsFor a guy who likes to fly around engulfed in flames, Johnny Storm sure does get into snowstorms and snowball fights.
Sue is more than happy - MORE than happy - to unleash her brother on her son (and vice versa) so they may pummel each other with snowballs and hide behind snow forts and engage the neighborhood kids in wars with the famous superhero guy. As for Sue herself, she indulges in such things on occasion, but, like her husband, she enjoys using the time to...well...disappear.
In the ground floor of the Baxter Building is a locally owned and run coffeehouse featuring organic beans and healthy pastries; it's in there Sue takes refuge with a large mug of Blue Mountain, a fruit cup, and at least five large shopping bags from the various department stores she hit earlier in the day. By the window she can keep an eye on the snowball war - which must have enjoyed a lunchtime cease-fire, as the coast was clear on her return but was now again in full swing - and watch Franklin, Johnny and at least two dozen children back at the firing of frozen missiles. Most were opposing the superhero, of course, but two other adults, both female, both quite lovely and young, were backing up Johnny.
Sue sighs, smiling softly to herself. It's a nice, nice change from the norm.
Sue is more than happy - MORE than happy - to unleash her brother on her son (and vice versa) so they may pummel each other with snowballs and hide behind snow forts and engage the neighborhood kids in wars with the famous superhero guy. As for Sue herself, she indulges in such things on occasion, but, like her husband, she enjoys using the time to...well...disappear.
In the ground floor of the Baxter Building is a locally owned and run coffeehouse featuring organic beans and healthy pastries; it's in there Sue takes refuge with a large mug of Blue Mountain, a fruit cup, and at least five large shopping bags from the various department stores she hit earlier in the day. By the window she can keep an eye on the snowball war - which must have enjoyed a lunchtime cease-fire, as the coast was clear on her return but was now again in full swing - and watch Franklin, Johnny and at least two dozen children back at the firing of frozen missiles. Most were opposing the superhero, of course, but two other adults, both female, both quite lovely and young, were backing up Johnny.
Sue sighs, smiling softly to herself. It's a nice, nice change from the norm.
