“In case you two ingrates were wondering,” Ivy sniffed, “thanks to yours truly, the toilet works.”
“Hallelujah,” Bridgit said, breezing past them, vanishing into the kitchen. “Who wants popcorn?”
“None of that extra-butter microwave crap Nygma dumped off!” Selina said loudly. “I don’t care if he’s on a crusade to sneak out everything that’s bad for Pengy’s cholesterol or whatever. I want the real stuff, like—with oil and salt in a pan! You start a fire, you use it!”
“No fucking shit!” Bridgit yelled back cheerfully. “That’s the whole idea, smarty-whiskers!”
Nygmobblepot FanFic, Delicate, Dangerous, Obsessed Verse, part 15