"Wake up, Kimmie."
Kim grumbled and rolled onto her side, away from whatever was troubling her sleep. Shego promptly grabbed her shoulder, rolled her back and clamped a hand over her mouth. That triggered the heroine's attention enough for the desired effect. Her first sight upon waking was Shego putting a finger across her own lips. When Kim nodded, the villainess released her.
"A Kimmie frappé?" were her first (whispered) words.
"I like frappés," Shego shrugged, "Coffee or chicory. But that's not why I'm here. I want you to tell me how the hell you survived those giant blender blades!"
"You keep it down!" the redhead admonished her with an angry hiss. "My parents hearing you would be bad enough, but hearing what you tried to do..."
"Don't they know?" Shego asked with genuine surprise, as well as at a lower volume. It would make sense, but a cheerleader who fought crime made none in the first place.
"I tend to skim over the bits that might make them think twice about letting me go on missions," Kim murmured, "Plus mom knows what I'm like in the kitchen."
"Why, what are you like?"
"...Can you cook?"
"Nothing special," Shego admitted. A few of Drakken's goons were decent cooks (and had the bellies to prove how much they enjoyed their work in the kitchen), but Shego felt obligated not to learn anything from mere henchman.
"You'd still be better than me. And your kitchen would still be intact, afterwards." Kim sighed. "At least I'm over my mixer issues. Thanks to you," she added, making it clear that she didn't care for how the villainess had helped.
Shego gave the girl a peculiar look before shaking her head. "None of which explains how you can grab onto spinning blades without losing your hands."
"Is that really why you're invading my home again?"
"I wasn't planning to, but this has been driving me nuts all day. So spill already."
Kim complied out of frustration more than anything. "First off, they're not really blades. Not, like, sharpened or anything. And with anything that revolves, the center moves the least, right? Plus, once I was underneath, I was spinning with the rest of the cookie dough, so-"
"Like a clutch? But even so, flesh and blood against metal...you didn't sprain a wrist or lose a finger or anything? Weren't you even dizzy?"
"I'm not saying it was easy," Kim told her as she raised her hands and wiggled her fingers. "But anything's possible for a Possible."
Shego sneered at the pun. "Are you kidding me?"
"It's the family motto. What's a clutch?"
The villainess smacked a palm to her forhead. "My nemesis is a teen cheerleader who doesn't even know how to drive."
"Hey, I know how to drive pretty much everything! I've piloted spacecraft!"
"Yet you don't know what a clutch is."
"It's a car thing, right? We're doing driver's ed at school this year..."
Shego couldn't tell if the teenager was pulling her leg or not. "Perhaps you should consider a vehicle mechanics course while you're at it; or are you content to use things without knowing how they work?"
"I... never really thought about it like that."
"Obviously," Shego scowled at her for a silent moment, then added in an exasperated tone, "How the hell could you accurately launch yourself at me when you were spinning so fast?"
"All it took was good timing. Keeping myself perpendicular to the thing was the hard part." Kim watched Shego growl in frustration, stand up and head for the window. "Wait," she found herself saying as she sat up.
"What?"
"How'd you escape?"
"Senior was piloting the helicopter."
"Oh..." Kim refuse to acknowledge the gall of the evil gentleman. "Why take the job to teach Junior in the first place?"
"The money. Doy."
Kim noticed that while Shego was speaking as if she were irritated, she had stepped back towards the bed. "Drakken lets you freelance?"
"It's in my contract."
"What was it like? I mean, it was Junior, so when you said 'the joys of teaching' I wasn't sure if you were being sarcastic or not."
Shego sat back down. "He's not as stupid as he looks, just spoiled rotten. I think I'm the first person to ever force him to use his brain for anything other than self-gratification." The villainess thought it over, then smirked. "He looked good in my outfit, too. His eyes really picked up my colours."
An embarrassing thought crossed Kim's mind, and though it made her blush, she felt compelled to ask. "Were you two... I mean... did you..."
The colour of the teenager's face made it easy for Shego to guess what she was referring to. "What's it to ya?"
"It's just... that animology craze last year... it said Junior and I were soulmates. I was kinda horrified at the time, but the way you talk about him..."
"You... and Junior," Shego uttered as the idea sank in. The corner of her mouth twitched upward. "Gimme your pillow," she suddenly demanded, holding out her hand. Kim acquiesced, and watched as the green girl held it tight to her face as she began to laugh hysterically.
It went on for a while. The redhead had to resist the urge to punch Shego's face through the pillow.
The villainess caught her breath when she was done. "No, I didn't," she finally answered. "He's in good shape, and he's got potential... if he ever grows up I'll give him a roll and let you know. Then you can seduce him, redeem him and live happily ever after." She ended the sentence with a high, simpering voice.
"Um, no thanks," Kim muttered, blushing furiously at Shego's blasée attitude.
"What, you wouldn't get a kick out of the hero pairing up with the villain? It's a classic."
"I think we're done here. Go away and let me get back to sleep." The teenager put the pillow back in its place and lay her head back down upon it.
"Aw, does my being here bother you, cupcake?"
Kim opened her mouth to respond, but realised Shego would keep coming back just to annoy her no matter what she said. "If you make a habit of this, I'll have to set a trap with Global Justice just to make you stop."
"Bet you won't."
The heroine rolled onto her side, away from her visitor, hiding her smirk. "Good night, Shego."
"Night, princess."
Shego's exit was silent except for the softest thump of the window as it closed.