To start off the weekend, how 'bout a late #FlexFriday ?

Now, don't try to take all the credit. The rest is all naturál, and an excessive amount of protein.

"Those overcooked weiners stuffed between stale buns, mixin' up the cherry and weird flavor slushies.. greasy.. buttery popcorn.. Mmhm, oh yeah, you can get those kid-sized buckets or somethin' !"

'Whawuzzat??"

Bites into kale.

Bio-eletricity crackling from down the hall, with an angry Spider-woman yelling at the top of her lungs, “WHERE'S MY SANDWICH.” April fools didn't have to end like this. . .

Small hiss when she steps outside.

Tilts her shades down, reaching over to cup the smoothie. "Thanks. . . I needed this "

"Way too long." Frowns, pushing out her straw from an already half empty cup.

Already shoving her cup into Bobbi's hands. " Did you have any breakfast plans? Brunch?? .. Dunch?"

She's gone. Respectfully.

She's been summoned.

How so? Not like she's missing much, Drew two.

Ah, he truly does miss her? Whatta softy.

If she's stuck here, then she's stuck with him. Sorry, just the rules.

Sips from her Spider-woman branded mug.

// someone say bs ???

Hanging down from the ceiling , She's got a cup of her own.

She's not going to deny or agree. But , yes.

Someone get these ex's off her screen.