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“I have an idea.”
Marinette looked down at her partner, who was being something of a lap cat at the moment, his head resting on her knees.
“What sort of idea, Kitten?”
“You know how Peter Parker takes photos of himself as Spiderman?”
She just gave him a blank look. “I don’t really watch superhero stuff,” she admitted.
Chat Noir gave her an aghast look. Marinette rolled her eyes and leaned down to give him a brief kiss, which seemed to earn his forgiveness.
“Well,” he continued, “he works for the newspaper as a civilian, so he takes these photos of himself as Spiderman that no one else can get, and that’s how he makes money. And protects his identity, because he does all sorts of camera tricks to make it look like he took those photos by hand while he’s actually swinging around as Spiderman. So, I was thinking…”
“We can’t sell photos of ourselves under our civilian identities, Chat Noir.”
“But we could submit them anonymously to the Ladyblog and get everyone speculating over the mystery photographer with such good luck,” he said, grinning back at her.
“Hmm,” she tapped a finger against her cheek. “That could be fun. We’d need a real camera or two.”
“Don’t worry about that,” he said. “I…uh, know some people, who are about to upgrade to some newer cameras, so they’re just going to recycle the old ones anyway. That’s what got me thinking about it.”
“Well, then,” Marinette said with a smile, “I guess we have a photoshoot to plan.”
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“Rumor has it –” as in, Marinette had been a firsthand witness to the scene, “– that our friend the Ladyblogger is beside herself trying to figure out the mysterious photo submissions sent to her of late.”
Chat Noir beamed. “It worked, then.” He held out his hand for their customary fist bump, and Marinette met him there.
“Good job!” they chorused together.
“We’re not going to stop here, though, are we?”
“Of course not! I have a few more ideas already…”