"I mean I do. God knows I work off enough of it between dance team and..." she had been about to say 'crime fighting,' but remembered that she had promised Gert she wouldn't do that. Until of course it was sanctioned by Iron Man himself. Then Gert could clearly not argue.
She dipped a fry in cheese sauce and took a bite. "It's weird right? I mean I was in California, just getting home from school, and then I was on the east coast and it's a year later and we're living in Iron Man's house. I mean crazy shit happens to me all the time, but this is up there."
There's a slight roll of his eyes. "Tell me about it." He's had his share of 'weird shit' happen. "I was on the East Coast, in New York, actually. I'm from Queens. But there are a lot of things different here. It's weird."
"So what do you do around here?" Molly asked, "Like for fun and stuff? Mr. Stark said I probably don't have to do high school, since it was technically last year when I was a senior, but that leaves a lot of time on my hands."
She took a bite of her impossible burger, which was impossibly delicious, as advertised.
"Um - I don't really know. I haven't really been out of the building to see what there is. But, knowing Mr. Stark, he's got the whole place here decked out with things to do." He hadn't had a chance to look around the tower and such yet either.
"Oh, I just assumed that this New York was basically like the regular one," Molly shrugged, "Which makes you kind of the expert right?"
She glanced over at the food trucks, thinking she should go back for some regular burgers. It was her turn to feed Old Lace, and she figured she deserved a treat.
He shrugged. "It might be. If it is, I can give you suggestions of places that might be interesting. I mean, the museums and stuff are probably at least pretty similar." He hadn't even thought about school. He'd be happy to take a big test and skip the rest of high school, but he has a feeling there are about 25 adults who would nix that idea hard.
To Gert, he said, "I... think I would've remembered a mobile baby tree..."
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She dipped a fry in cheese sauce and took a bite. "It's weird right? I mean I was in California, just getting home from school, and then I was on the east coast and it's a year later and we're living in Iron Man's house. I mean crazy shit happens to me all the time, but this is up there."
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There's a slight roll of his eyes. "Tell me about it." He's had his share of 'weird shit' happen. "I was on the East Coast, in New York, actually. I'm from Queens. But there are a lot of things different here. It's weird."
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She took a bite of her impossible burger, which was impossibly delicious, as advertised.
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She glanced over at the food trucks, thinking she should go back for some regular burgers. It was her turn to feed Old Lace, and she figured she deserved a treat.
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To Gert, he said, "I... think I would've remembered a mobile baby tree..."