Were cartoons still playing Saturday mornings when you two were in your twenties?
[ she knows enough about Matthew Murdock and Foggy Nelson in their twenties to know that it probably wasn't foggy, alone. still, there's a kind of fondness in how she casually slips that knowledge in, glancing back over towards him.
as he shifts away from the window and heads towards the coffee maker, karen's eyes follow him across the room. she smiles, mostly to herself, as he talks about the blizzard, as she considers new york under feet and feet of snow. it draws her eyes back to the street, to the ice and frozen slush. ] It doesn't snow much here in the city, does it? Not like real snow. [ she's been here a few years now, but she hasn't really seen it. ]
It snowed every winter up in Vermont- sometimes a few inches, sometimes a few feet. When I was little I thought everyone knew how to attach chains to your tires, or how to dig yourself out from your front door. It was a right of passage to break something sledding down the main hill in town... [ she shakes her head, breaking free of the memory. ]
The mud lasted for weeks after it all melted, and that was always the worst part. I'm not sorry to miss that part of it.
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Date: 2025-07-03 09:51 pm (UTC)[ she knows enough about Matthew Murdock and Foggy Nelson in their twenties to know that it probably wasn't foggy, alone. still, there's a kind of fondness in how she casually slips that knowledge in, glancing back over towards him.
as he shifts away from the window and heads towards the coffee maker, karen's eyes follow him across the room. she smiles, mostly to herself, as he talks about the blizzard, as she considers new york under feet and feet of snow. it draws her eyes back to the street, to the ice and frozen slush. ] It doesn't snow much here in the city, does it? Not like real snow. [ she's been here a few years now, but she hasn't really seen it. ]
It snowed every winter up in Vermont- sometimes a few inches, sometimes a few feet. When I was little I thought everyone knew how to attach chains to your tires, or how to dig yourself out from your front door. It was a right of passage to break something sledding down the main hill in town... [ she shakes her head, breaking free of the memory. ]
The mud lasted for weeks after it all melted, and that was always the worst part. I'm not sorry to miss that part of it.