plurk shenanigans regarding her little boy

[fearmymartini]

Ex-....excuse me? A son? I have no child, Missy. I haven't even a husband, and to have a son, I would have need for a husband. This is all very flattering--except for the part where the Engineering King admires my ah...assets--but I have charities to organize and functions to plan. I intend to see that orphanage's water pipes repaired, and the canned food drive for the shelters need to be scheduled.

Send my love to, ah...little Tony...I am certain that he will be a charming little boy.

Sincerely
Maria Collins Carbonell

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[fearmymartini]

Mhmm. Just the other day, one of your ladies of the evening was mentioned spotted at a ball game. What pertinent news.

[billionaire_dad]

Maybe if someone accepted any one of my invitations to dinner, there would be no other ladies from them to report about.

[fearmymartini]

Oh, calm down, Howie. [ a chuckle ] I think it was sweet that you entertained Ms. Abernathy with a trip to the opera.

[ arch of the brows ]

Invitations are made in person, Mr. Stark. Not with a rose and a perfumed card from the hand of a stranger.

[billionaire_dad]

What? I was just pointing a simple truth. Besides it is far from sweet being drug to the opera. I'm not exactly fond of sitting around for a few hours listening to people hit notes that would break the sound barrier.

[So cultured he is.]

Miss Carbonell, I'll have you know, that not just anyone gets roses from Howard Stark.

[He smiles as he never did claim to be a romantic. So maybe he got a little cliche, at least he didn't treat her like the cigarette girls he use to court in his youth.]

[fearmymartini]

And yet. You were wined and dined on those notes.

[ laugh ]

Not unless your florist runs fresh out of blooms.