"Photographs helped cheer 'em up," at least those who hadn't had their head bitten off. Though she really couldn't say hey the bitch was a cannibal, so only some got catharsis out of it. It wasn't something to dwell upon. "Ya beat a helpless pup, my temper tends to just blowup." Circe shrugs at this and it was honest truth. The angry cat target had been a mundy. And it was hilarious. "I have a low bar for justification, and yes Sofia." She nods to her at the mention of corrupt cops. Though this was a dfifferent situation, "There inability to do it was a concern. Ecoli is an odd way to spell justice, buuttt in this case, it worked."
She didn't doubt that Sofia would see justice dealt out to certain folks if they irked her. Some lines are not crossed.
"Ha!" She barks a laugh as the talk of Hollywood's glamourous retelling of fairy tales. She had first had experience of how a real fairy's tale goes for people. The True Fairies were less Tinker Bell and more Pinhead. Okay, some hobgoblins looked and acted lack a malicious, easily bribed Tinker Bell, that was true. That and she actually read some of the original stuff. She wasn't educated, but learning about your enemy from survivors' stories didn't take a lot of smarts. "Grimm is a great way ta label the original fairy tales. Most having endings like that horror writer guy, Love something. Like, did ya know what happened ta Ariel in the original? Melted to death and never got the boy."
Yes, they were fucked up to read to children. As a changeling Circe finds it is a justified dark story to tell to children. If a child runs in fright from one of Them instead of going ooooh I'm going to get a wish, then good.
She turns her attention back to Sofia on the talk of the suits. "Actually, I find it easier if you are making them custom sized instead of universal." That and she might be accidentally Hedgespinning them a bit. "Just best to include a zipper, not buttons or ties." Then back to Mason. "Trains," she bluntly adds, "Rails are hard to get a hold of, ya know?"
As for a Magnum Opus? A final work? "A final project? Oomph," she winces at that. Crafty time was fun time second to shooting time, "That doesn't sound fun. I mean, if there was something I was going to make and stop at that, uuuh, hmmm." Circe rubs her chin in thought. What things? Realistic? Oh, no she wasn't gonig to talk about the gun options. She had another idea from a old movie she watched. "A certain suit Robert Downey Junior rocked, starting in like 2008. It was gold and red. I'd love to Iron it out from prop to fully functional."
She looks to Sofia, "If I can pull it off, I'd be happy to seek you out as an investor and split the profits. Certain there'd be a market for such a Marvel-ous fashion statement. Though, being compared to the Iron Lady would be bad, and Iron Maiden could get a lawsuit."
She then looks to Mason, "Do you have your own ultimate design for a tomb stone? And as I have established, don't let current feasibility be your limit."
Didn't get the joke about shipping? Oh well, "That is fair, and no derail. Can't ply your trade with ocean graves. Not unless you take up scuba. Though we ain't discussed that suit with our fashion talk." Circe sees an opportunity with Mason again as one word sticks with her. She grabs it. "To be fair to the Titanic Mason, going Brazilian can be painful," she sends him a smile. "But is required to pull off certain attire. Fortunately not sharp suits. And I agree with Sofia. You should get a nice suit to rock," she nods to Sofia, "Even just as treat. For a sharp dressed man can go to the Z Z Top in any event."
As for stopping fists with your face? That was easy. "Do avoid that experience. Can't recall my last time during a boxing lesson," she suddenly gets all chipper, "Someone got a uppercut KO." Circe sips her tequila and drops her tone back to normal. "I got a gap in memory, but I'm pretty sure," she shakes her head, "It wasn't me."
She sips her tequila and finds it empty. Well, she'd slow it down for a bit. Make sure not to get blackout.