Owner	Pose
Kate Bishop	Kate Bishop just finished up a case and is celebrating in the most traditional of ways, with a greasy late night meal at a diner. She's wearing a black jacket, purple gloves pulled off and set aside. Her purple sunglasses are pushed up into her hair, a black bob that frames her young face nicely. She's settling into a large portion of fried eggs and hash browns, a steak on the side, a few strips of bacon, a cup of coffee. Basically a plate full of heart attack food. "Thanks, Evelyn," she says to the waitress.
Duncan	The door to the small, old-fashioned diner opens with the dingling of a small bell. Duncan steps inside out of the light, New York rain. He lowers the newspaper he was using to shield his head and glances about curiously. The handsome man is dressed in jeans, a button-up shirt and a long, dark coat. His long hair is pulled back into a ponytail. He makes his way up to the counter and slides onto a stool a few down from Kate. "Hmmm, everything looks good," he says with a small chuckle as he reaches out and picks up the menu, glancing at it.
Kate Bishop	"Of course it looks good. Why would you put something on a menu that looks bad? They want you to buy it. That's how menus work," Kate volunteers. She's not shy, clearly, this one, and has a bit of a smart mouth but there's enough of a quirk at the corner of the mouth to make it clear she's just joshing. "Seriously, though, the food's pretty good. Especially the breakfast stuff."
Duncan	The man chuckles softly and nods. "All fair points. Breakfast, hmm? Well, I was always a sucker for breakfast for dinner." He glances over at the younger woman and offers a friendly wink. He then turns his attention to the menu again. "I'll get the steak and eggs, please. Side of extra bacon. Why not live dangerously, hmm?" He slides the menu aside. "Oh, and coffee and...well, since it's breakfast...how about a glass of cranberry juice, hmm?"
Kate Bishop	Kate Bishop tsks, "I was with you right up until the cranberry juice. I save that stuff for Thanksgiving or when I'm old and my body starts to give out. You don't look that old to me and I can tell. I'm a private detective after all. Keen observational skills." She starts to dig into her steak, shamelessly taking big bites, "Judging by the trenchcoat, I'm guessing you're an undercover cop. Or a streaker. Or an undertaker. Am I close at all?"
Duncan	He chuckles. "Old palatte," he explains. "I even like peanut brittle." His coffee and juice come out for now, and he adds one creamer to his coffee and then stirs it. His accent is a bit hard to place, but doesn't exactly seem foreign. It could be Canadian, or some general midwestern part of America. He laughs and adjusts his coat. It is an expensive looking coat. "Hey now, I'm at least a streaker in an upscale neighborhood...or an undertaker for rich folks. But no. I own an antique store." He pauses. "...And I recently came into possession of a dojo, as well. Branching out, I guess."
Kate Bishop	Kate Bishop shakes her head, "I'm not sure what peanut brittle is, but it sounds fake. Out of deference to your old palatte, though, I'll just assume you're telling the truth and definitely won't google it later." An antique store, huh? Funky. Very hip, very Brooklyn. Not a lot of antiquers who also do martial arts. What discipline?"
Duncan	"It's...well, it's something a lot of old people like," he says with a chuckle. He brushes an escaped locke of dark hair behind his ear and lifts the mug of coffee to his lips for a sip. He watches the woman curiously as they talk. "Well, it's in Vancouver, but yeah. We focus on high-end items. No random coffee tables. Heavy focus on ancient weaponry and similar items." He considers her question and tries to find a way not to say: 'All of them'. "Well, a few. But the dojo focuses primarily on kung fu."
Kate Bishop	"Vancouver, huh? Bit out of your way. Collecting New York antiques?" she asks. She's naturalyl inquisitive and nosy, it would seem. "All of them is a rather bold claim, although I know a couple of people to whom it would apply. Mostly the type of people who wear masks. I'm a superhero sometimes, too," she says. "You have any vintage bows, by the way?"
Duncan	"No, I have a place down here as well. I like to stretch my legs and get out of town sometimes. The shop's been busy and I felt I needed a bit of a break." He glances up as his food is set in front of him, and he thanks the waitress as he picks up his knife and fork. He works on his food as they talk. "Mmn," is his response to the mention of super heroes, and he chews his food. "Vintage bows? Well, I got an English longbow from the Hundred Years War, but it is hardly in working condition. Wood doesn't hold up as well as metal."
Kate Bishop	Kate Bishop nods, "That's why I generally use either carbon steel or polymer for my bows. I would just want something older as a collector's item. I'll give you my information if you could send me the specs on it. I might be in the market," she says. "And yeah, I do my fair share of travelling. Went to L.A. for a while, got a few cases, but the LAPD aren't the friendliest bunch to errant superhero private eye heiresses. Especially when I do their job better than they do."
Duncan	"Sounds good. Always happy to put a piece with the right person." He takes a sip of his juice and glances over at her again. "I enjoy travel. Errant superhero private eye heiresses, hmm?" He laughs softly. "You lead a much more exciting life then I do, I'll tell you that. I'm Duncan."
Kate Bishop	Kate Bishop smiles, "I try to be more exciting than most people. It keeps me from being bored. Kate Bishop," she says, giving a little salute. "I'd give you my card but I think I'm sitting on it, I put it in my pack and then I needed to sit on it to get a little boost. These seats are deep."
Duncan	He grins and nods. "Well, it's nice to meet you, Kate. So, what's the errant superhero private eye business like, hmm?" He finishes his steak and sits back a bit, taking his time on the remaining scraps as he washes it down with his coffee.