>Grin
>"You know what? I think we are."
>Let's get some pizza and try to squeeze a little normalcy into the rest of the night
> We jumped from roof to roof, escaped from an acrobatic car and did a bunch of things more. Sure, let's act like nothing happened for the rest of the night.
>"Good," says Archer. "I've earned a treat."
>You don't know about normalcy, but...
>You didn't jump nowhere, you had Archer carry your ass around like a sack of potatoes.>You take the long way around to get home. Thankfully, you don't run into any particular police-related issues along the way, though does seem to get kind of nasty going other way. It is nearly closing time when you finally get to Danello's Pizza, about five blocks from home. Frankly, they aren't very happy with the last minute order, but seeing a regular customer softens the blow a little bit. Archer remains immaterial for this visit and mostly quiet, though you can't shake the sense she is prowling behind the counter and perhaps out the door from time to time. Honestly, just waiting in a booth for the deed to be done and idly browsing Twitter for shitposts is fairly relaxing; even if the store radio seems to be playing nothing but The Eagles.
>After getting your food, you head back home and all but collapse onto your couch. Archer follows you in, and has a seat nearby. "So," she says as she eyes the box. "What's the plan for this evening? Right to bed?"
>_