[Elisha/Eileen] Open the Kraken

[cipherspeak]

It is a truth universally acknowledged that a man, regardless of how many buildings he might own or how many staff he might have, will on a biweekly basis find himself slumped in the shoe department at Nordstrom, surrounded by more bags than should be counted.

At least that was Elisha's experience.

Luckily, the number of buildings he owned and the amount of staff he had on payroll meant that the very sympathetic sales associate (who was also very grateful for the extra commission that an Eicheln-Kagan visit meant) had brought him coffee. Which he was sipping as he eyed his younger sister, and her shoes.

"How do you even find stilettos with fish on them?"

Did squid count as a fish? He wasn't sure.

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[lowtohigh]

It's a chapter of life which can remain solidly closed. Solidly.

"Maybe." Her head shifts on his shoulder. "Are you really supposed to marry someone who's smarter than you are?"

[cipherspeak]

"That's the word on the street. But it doesn't have to the same kind of smart, you know," he says as he slings an arm around her shoulders.

"Just like I'm not going to marry another brilliant artist, maybe you shouldn't be looking for another complete nerd, princess."

[lowtohigh]

"For the sake of our love, I'm going to pretend you said 'another nerdy scientist,' mm?"

Which is, she's fairly certain he knows, the technical term for marine biologists.

[cipherspeak]

"Obviously," Elisha says with a half-grin, "it was a slip of the tongue. Come on. There's still more money for you to spend."