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Thinking about moving back to NY...

[She blinked once; twice. Then started laughing. Hard.] Oh god, John would SO hate you right now. He spent WEEKS trying to convince me to come up with a job that would require me keeping my clothes ON. [She giggles and sighs.]

I did. Move on, I mean. It made me sad, but... I've spent so much time living in the past that I'm missing a lot of my present. And I've kinda made a deal with myself to stop doing that so much.

[Being told he'd be hated made him smile.] Yeah well, you're a grown up. Right? I mean, you would be in my time so... How old are you? [Manners, what?]

You should. You deserve better than letting the hell of another's behavior - the kidnappings, that is - and the damn Phoenix Force dictate your life.

I'm 20! [She laughs.] You really think I could be a swimsuit model?

And you're right. It seems like everyone in the world has been dictating my life but me. Wanda, the Phoenix, Tyler... I'm pretty tired of having my life shuffled around.

Okay then. Old enough to make your own decisions. If you want to strip, do it. You want to be a world class soccer player... well, accept that might not happen but if you want, try it.

Honestly? I don't want to do either of those things anymore. And I actually was a model, kinda. I got paid to show up to parties and look good, basically. Nice work if you can get it, but boring. And you would be amazed at some of the stupid crap that famous people do. I guess I just need something more... fulfilling. I don't think stripping fits the bill. [Smirk.]

You got any suggestions. Well, besides swimwear model?

You don't ask me that. I mean, you did but the truth? You should make that decision for yourself. What do you want to do, Bea?

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