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[inmyothertights]

Because the universe has piled us into this place, where things just happen, usually when you're trying to deal with all kinds of other things that just happened, piled on top of a sundae of people you love getting afflicted with stuff and people you like disappearing, which is of course topped with the Big Brother is watching you cherry, I would really like to suggest some kind of 4th of July cookout.

And you know it's bad when I am suggesting a 4th of July cookout. But whatever, if it rains I'll work up some spell to move it around or someone who can manipulate weather, if they want to help, they can do that, and we can get a big projector somehow and play really classic old movies from the thirties or something and I'll....make fireworks. Plus food.

I'm just starting to find this all oppressively oppressive and I'm not a...party person, I guess, but I figure this is probably easy enough, right?

If I'm wrong don't correct me.

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[selfimage]

Bring the Time Warp.

[notyourfathersosborn]

You're never gonna let me live that one down, are you?

[selfimage]

Not until I'm satisfied, no—so, are you coming?

[notyourfathersosborn]

I'm... not entirely sure I'm invited.

[He's really not sure how to take Billy's short non-answers.]

[selfimage]

Oh, Billy doesn't really know how to throw a party. Don't take it personally.

Bring some coleslaw and a six-pack. He'll be thankful.

[notyourfathersosborn]

It's hard for me to tell sometimes.

[Oh hey, right, he can legally buy beer now. He keeps forgetting that. Wait, how old were they?]

You'd rather have coleslaw over cookies?

[selfimage]

Who says I have to choose? Bring both.

[notyourfathersosborn]

[Snorts.] You are aware I don't have Osborn money here, right?

[Said like that would break the bank either way.]

[selfimage]

No nothing? Account numbers, vault codes, hidden doors to hidden lairs filled with hidden gold?

I'm sure it won't be missed.

[ Loki they're not robbing Norman. ]

[notyourfathersosborn]

We're not dragons.

[They're Goblins.

And... if they were home he'd totally have all of those things. Except the Scrooge McDuck vault. He just keeps his tech in said vault instead.]

[selfimage]

Good—that makes it all the easier to pilfer in favor of cookies.

[ you can't see his scheming face, but it's happening. ]

[notyourfathersosborn]

You're going to pilfer my non-existent money for cookies?

[Yes, he knows what you mean and he sees that face, but he's decided he just wants ot be a dick right now.]

[selfimage]

Unless you can think of another way to achieve the proper amount of cookie funds.

It's not like all mortal currency isn't based on a clever lie.

[ gonna get real. ]

[notyourfathersosborn]

I'll just have to dig into the regular old coffers and see what I can do. Madness, really, I know.

Asgard still on the gold standard?

[selfimage]

A millennia and counting. It's really only the mortals that get excited about it.

[ the treasury was something that was there, but it never was more than the worth of what it was. it was the other things in the treasury that weren't gold that were of more interest. ]

[notyourfathersosborn]

Yes, well, what can I say? We do love our money.

[notasaviour]

Hey, Billy's... not exactly subtle. If he hasn't told you very clearly you're not invited, I'm pretty sure you're invited.

[notyourfathersosborn]

[...He really should have made his paranoia private.]

That's good to hear. I guess it's my fault for taking things the wrong way sometimes.

[notasaviour]

Hey, no, seriously not. Billy tends to get a little terse when he's distracted, that's all.

[Not like that at all, oops.]

[notyourfathersosborn]

Dude, it's cool. Seriously, this one's on me.