"We Meet Again!"

 
In this dream,  I was in my new favourite coffee shop, about to enjoy my customary green tea, when a woman's shadow fell upon me. I looked up, and it was my Archenemy.

Tonight, she looked like Anita Pallenberg as The Black Queen - The Great Tyrant,  from Barbarella.

So I stood, gracefully,  and looked at her until she acknowledged my presence.

"You!"

She looked at me, raising one eyebrow. "We meet again." Mild amusement in her voice.

"What did I say, the last time we crossed swords?" I said. "I said that I would stay out of your territory, and you stay out of  mine."

"I just came here for coffee," She said. Slight smirk. "This is neutral territory. Nobody has any kind of claim here."

I looked around. "Conceded, then," I respond.

"Does this mean we have to start fighting?" She asks. "Only, I left my deep crimson supersuit back home."

"Mine, too," I replied. "I mean,  mine is back in my home."

She smiled at that. "So, no fighting," she said. "We'll have to think  of another verb that begins with "F.""

I smile broadly back. "I can think of a verb." I looked her right in the eyes. "Feasting!"

What verb did you think of, you disreputable reprobates?