Angelo and Monet, Tuesday afternoon

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Angelo runs into Monet in the kitchen and is talked into trying out his new trick again - off the boathouse into the lake. It doesn't take much persuasion.



Angelo was humming to himself as he made his way down towards the communal kitchen - he and Forge needed more supplies, so the obvious solution was to filch them and replace them later.

"Hey, it's Mr Flying Man!" Monet grinned at him. "It's pretty cool, eh? The flying, I mean."

He hadn't heard her coming, and blinked for a second before answering with a grin. "It really is. Even if it's not exactly flyin', it's the closest I'm gonna get under my own power."

Monet nodded. "I'm just lucky that I got invulnerability first, when I was real little, or I'd probably be dead."

"Well, only if you didn't figure the flyin' out real quick", he noted, amused. "Rachel seems to do well enough. But then, hers is a different kind."

"Which I notice you did. And yeah, but I think that's because she was too little to get the little voice that goes 'and maybe I'll die'". Monet paused and ran her hands through her hair. "Hey, it's a warm day. You know what'd be fun? Gliding off the top of the boat house into the lake."

"Ah, that was pure luck", he said self-deprecatingly, then grinned. "I like your ideas. Give me ten to change clothes, an' I'm there."

"Awesome, since I have to change, too. I'll see if any of the other flyers want to come, okay?"

Angelo nodded cheerfully. "More the merrier!"