"E…."
Edna Mode met the couple's gaze with a power only she possessed, and that no superpower could withstand. "Are you saying you are…displeased with my work?" she asked, loading the question with a dare to criticize her work.
Superpowers notwithstanding, Mr. Incredible shifted slightly, wary of saying the wrong thing and upsetting the artist further. "No, they're great. They really are. The kids love them. I'm just saying…"
Just saying is always more than just saying. E jumped up to stand on her seat, diminutive stature only bringing her head height to the hero's middle. "What you are saying is that you think my design is flawed! Bah!" Her hand flew above her head, as if to fling away the insult. "Superhero's know nothing about the very uniforms they wear, what thought goes into it! They want things like capes and utility belts, but ignore the finesse! You do not appreciate the details." She jumped down from the chair and stalked up the staircase to her sanctum of style.
"Edna," Elastigirl said, with a tone meant to appease a wounded spirit. "They're fantastic, but you have to admit, it's dangerous." She stood, motioning to her husband. "Bob found that out the hard way."
Edna stood on the stairs, mid step, considering the couple who had come to her faithfully for uniforms only she could provide, and who were admirers of her work for decades. They were right, and she knew it. But it would not do for them to see her admit to having made an oversight so grievous.
With a sniff, she said, "Fine. I will make it so that activating the homing beacon will not set of the suits' alarms." And up the stairs she continued, with a smug prance.
On the second set of stairs, she called down without turning around, "Don't just stand there like so much furniture, time is not enough and the tea is getting cold!"
The previous conversation never happened. Edna would never speak of it again, pretend like it never happened. It was a matter of professional pride.