closed.

[propulsion]

WHO: Tony Stark, Joselyn Smythe
WHAT: Even super secret mage cabal does not interfere with date night. Or does it???
WHEN: Evening after the emergency meeting
WHERE: The Gallows
NOTES: n/a

[ It's late, by the time they get around to sitting down and eating. Tony is a fan of fancy indoor picnic mode when it comes to date night, so they're sitting on a blanket on the floor with a wooden platter of slightly misshapen pizza slices and an open bottle of red wine. The windows are open to usher in whatever cool breeze happens to flutter their way, which makes some chimes he has hanging over the sill click and ring together.

They're doing the replays. Not the big stuff, that's already been conveyed, but the funny comments, the little observations, both from the emergency meeting (that, whatever, Tony was entitled to attend anyway), and the division head huddle (which isn't so sacred, another kind of performance).

Still, it's a switch to business when he asks; ]

So are you gonna go?

[ —leaning forward to use a knife edge to better separate some pizza slices. ]