Teddybear

"A couple in high school."

"Bingo."

"That's an oxymoron."

She laughed. "I wouldn't describe any job that way."

Kate had been stalking down another goddamn fucking piece of shit street looking for the fucking scarecrow when someone hucked a heavy sack at her legs. She stumbled sideways and ...

"It's what I'm here for."

"And I carry a gun, so we're set," she said somewhat playfully.

"Given the stated importance and nature of it, probably a few teams of people with magic on their side."

Queenie nodded and wandered about the room, taking note of entrances, blind spots, and notable features.

"So long as you're happy with it."

"I'm just surprised that you'd go for a job with a pretty strict dress code in that case."

She laughed, "Then why wouldn't you go into the clothing industry? A tailor, a stylist, something a bit more relevant."

Amusement danced in her eyes. "You're in it for the outfits?"

She straightened, stretching briefly before wandering toward the middle of the room. "How did you get into the business in the first place?"

She shrugged. "It's all just business."