They stood on the roof, the hazy July breeze gently stirring the night around them.
Well, on nice thing about this ridiculously impractical clifftop lair is the view, Shego reflected. It was simply too nice out to be very sarcastic, though. Fireworks bloomed in the distance and she watched them sparkle and fade.
Drakken noticed her observing the displays and scoffed. Hah, that stuffs just sparklers compared to what Ive got planned! he commented as he fiddled with his pyrotechnic gear.
Why do you think Ive got the burn ward on speed dial? she answered rhetorically.
Still, as the first shower of blue sparks cascaded down in a weeping willow formation, she had to admit he was right. Not necessarily out loud, but she had to admit it.
Narcissist much? she called over the roar.