[ That comment gets a wry little chuckle out of her, soft and under her breath. She knows that she shouldn’t mind her ex-husband finding happiness with Caiera, and in a way, a part of her doesn’t. As far as he knew, she was dead, not being brought out of stasis and being turned into a Hulk. But as far as she knows, Bruce never waged war on the world in his name, though of course she’d never want him to. And most people get private divorces; Bruce had broadcast his being over her to the entire world.
It still hurts. Because she wasn’t dead. She isn’t dead now. And he’d given up on her just the same. But she also appreciates this Bruce making a joke about it. She would much rather laugh than cry and feel sorry for herself. ]
Sure.
[ Reaching into her pocket, she pulls out a handful of the strange money she was given upon arrival and holds it out to him, hoping it's enough and having no real clue. ]
Just get me whatever you’re having. You know the local cuisine better than I do.
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It still hurts. Because she wasn’t dead. She isn’t dead now. And he’d given up on her just the same. But she also appreciates this Bruce making a joke about it. She would much rather laugh than cry and feel sorry for herself. ]
Sure.
[ Reaching into her pocket, she pulls out a handful of the strange money she was given upon arrival and holds it out to him, hoping it's enough and having no real clue. ]
Just get me whatever you’re having. You know the local cuisine better than I do.