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One hand made its way over his face, head shaking in playful humiliation as she teased him over both his picture and his choice of cheese. How was a fella supposed to act when he's asked such a random question? No one prepared him for this sort of inquiry!

His nose wrinkled as she showed off the picture like a trophy, a prized catch that she was clearly not going to replace with a more normal looking photograph. He'd have to find his way back onto her phone at some point and redo it -- maybe.

"Perfect grilled cheese? That sounds intense. I've only ever used yellow for mine."

He almost asked her if she wanted to make one to show him but thought better of it. They weren't... they weren't supposed to reveal their identities to each other, were they? Superman and Spiderman didn't have anyone knowing who Clark Kent or Peter Parker was... maybe it was for safety reasons.

Bummer.

"Tuesday?"

His mind snapped back to her conversation, quickly thinking about what he had in his planner for the upcoming... well, forever. Even if he did have something to do on Tuesdays, he was willing to nix them - working with someone else in this superhero game seemed like a smart idea if he'd ever heard of one.

"Tuesdays can definitely work, I just can't stay out too late. You okay with like... early evening, sort of... thing?"

"Report... cheese. Cheese. I can do that. I can remember that."

He had to repeat the instructions aloud, though they ended up coming out more scrambled than he would have liked. Sigh. At least it'd go well with the probably fairly scrambled looking expression the other senshi now had on her phone of him.

Maybe a little dairy bribery could convince her, next time, for a reshoot.

"Tuesday. Early. Same place, same time."

He couldn't hide his grin, Servius more excited than he probably needed to give away at being introduced to a brand new friend. If he didn't cool down and play his cards right, she might quickly learn that the poor guy hardly had any friends to begin with.

"Got it. Thanks, Tris."

Nodding, he offered her a wave because he was too perplexed between the idea of shaking hands being too formal and hugging too personal. Waves were safe. He'd just wave.

Letting his hand dropped, he took a deep breath and tried to jump on his own, carefully taking his time as he headed back towards his apartment's neighborhood.