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[undoubtable]

[ To those most familiar with human coloring, the woman in the video may look a little odd. She’s got red skin, black hair, and eyes that glow yellow where her pupils should be. She’s also noticeably more muscular than the average woman. Bigger, too. She fills up the screen, leaving relatively little to see behind her.

Judging from the frown that twists her black lips, she isn’t particularly happy. ]

All right. It’s been three days. The guys that brought me here promised me a fight. A “strong” — [ The quotation marks are audible, as is the faint sneer of disbelief when she says the word. ] — enemy.

So where is it? I’m bored.

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[undoubtable]

[ Okay. She likes him. ]

So does being the God of Mischief mean that you know how to have fun?

[bacondivination]

That's a matter of debate. I find all kinds of fun to have, usually.

[ He shrugs faintly. ] It's other people that don't appreciate it.

[undoubtable]

I'm a Hulk, kid. No one appreciates my idea of fun either.

[bacondivination]

It's the curse of being interesting. Everyone just thinks the worst of people that shake things up, but change is good for everyone regardless.

[ Even Hulk-themed change, as long as that change doesn't hurt him in the process. ]

[undoubtable]

[ That makes her smile. Change has been good for her. She's free now. ]

I think so too. And this place could use a shake. I'm used to other dimensions being a little more exciting than this.

[bacondivination]

I know what you mean! Most dimensions, there's always something that tries to rip you to tiny pieces. It makes you keep a good pace.

But here? Here is a world without breakfast meats, and now the only real option is to go get drunk off of wine provided by ghosts that refuse to serve minors. Oh, and here are a bunch of people from a variety of other Earths that my alternates have personally wronged. Hurrah for the turtleworld.

[undoubtable]

[ She hasn't encountered the lack of sufficient breakfast food yet. She's been too busy to worry about food. Now, though, it gives her pause. ]

What are we supposed to eat? Noodles?

[ Her nose wrinkles. Hulks are not vegetarians. ]

[bacondivination]

Pastries, alien seafood, pizzas that are not so much pizza as floury flats covered in things I do not recognize.

I really need to do something about this lack of Midgardian food.

[undoubtable]

Have you tried any of it? It might not be bad.

[ She's also had to eat giant bugs. Her opinion might not count. ]

[bacondivination]

But that would work directly against my urge to be unreasonable and recalcitrant. The resident Norse god will live on a diet of pastries and milk in protest!

[undoubtable]

I hope the resident Norse god has a high metabolism.

[bacondivination]

It's one that usually works against me, my dear Hulk of the red and prettier persuasion. Might as well put it to good use, right?

[undoubtable]

Right. So what's the best place to get a pastry?

[bacondivination]

There's a little café over in the Earth sector. Might be on the dainty side for you, but good.

[ And then a sudden grin. ] And the locals make worrying about funds not as important. Very honest people over there.

[ So it's only natural to defraud them outrageously, right? ]

[undoubtable]

I can get smaller if I need to.

[ She rolls her eyes. ]

Don't they take money? The... whatever they are gave me money when I got here.

[bacondivination]

On second thought, ignore those other things I said. They do take their currency.

[undoubtable]

Are you sure?

[bacondivination]

Yes, you'd appreciate it more. Moving merrily along, try the local version of a pain au chocolat when you go.

[undoubtable]

Chocolate bread? Like fondue?

[ She shrugs. That doesn't sound so bad. ]

Sure. I'll give it a try. If it's good I'll bring you back some of it.

[bacondivination]

We're going to get along fantastically, I think. And, ah, the melted chocolate is on the inside, actually. Much more convenient.

[undoubtable]

Chocolate on the inside. All right. I'll look for those.