Fit(ting) for a Queen
Edna Mode - world's greatest fashion designer, peak of human intelligence, and all-around fabulous person threw a measuring tape over the deadly supervillain Shego. The pair were standing in a high-rise overlooking Denver, though presently, Edna's focus was drawn to something other than the skyline. No - her attention was on the large tear running down the green and black costume's side. It infuriated Edna - that her name could be linked to such shoddy workmanship.
"What were you thinking dear, using
Shego shrugged. "The super suit you made went missing and Drakk offered me one he made. He said it was-" She put on a mocking tone. "Better than yours in every conceivable way."
"And you believed him?!" Edna squeezed the measuring tape, forcing the air out of Shego's lungs for a moment. "Four." Edna read off the measuring tape.
Shego's fist glowed with green energy for a moment, then abated. "This is the last time I trust that idiot with anything more important than the grocery list. I might have been impressed in the old days, but seeing this, it'd be funny if it wasn't so pathetic."
"That is why you came to me, darling." Edna pulled the measuring tape away.
"Speaking of lunatic pea-brained scientists, what does that doofus Heinz think he's doing?"
Edna was lost in thought, more focused on designing an effective and stylish costume. "Hm... perhaps red instead of green this time? Crimson and black is very in this year, darling."
"What? No! This is exactly what I'm talking about. Doofenschmirtz better watch himself or he's going to regret it. I have way too much experience taking down mad scientists for someone like him to do whatever he wants in my backyard."
"Eight."
Shego groaned. "Ugh. I'll finish this later." She brushed past the diminutive Edna and made for the door.
"But your fitting-"
The door slammed shut, leaving Edna alone in the penthouse with her imported Tunisian fabrics and dizzying intellect.