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"You have reached the life model decoy of Tony Stark."

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[sulahnan]

[ There's exactly two seconds of considering that. ]

Hm. Okay.

[ She might not get it exactly, but she accepts it. ]

[propulsion]

Okay.

[ Pause. ]

I got some elf puns I can call you instead but I'd prefer to keep them on deck for elves I'm not friends with. 'Cause they're not great.

[sulahnan]

Nah, schnookums is fine. Sounds like you're going through some stuff so. I'll go easy on ya.

[ But also because that seems like something that'd frustrate him. ]

But run those elf puns by me so you don't accidentally start a war or something.

[propulsion]

[ Weird how talking about Pepper for the first time since arrival kind of makes him want to barf. That's not very flattering for anyone. ]

It's mostly just cereal box characters and Christmas, bottom of the barrel stuff. I spent all the good ones on Mhavos Dalat, a pleasure.

Hey, I gotta dip. Which, uh, means go do some'n else.

[sulahnan]

[ Ah, she misses Mhavos Dalat, a pleasure. Hope he's ok. ]

Sure. Oh, but Tony?

[propulsion]

Yep?

[sulahnan]

[ In an alternate dimension somewhere, the same conversation is taking place and at this moment, Athessa says something heartfelt and reassuring, like "I'm sure you'll see your wife again someday" or whatever. But in this one-- ]

I'm down if you ever decide you wanna dip something else.

[ She can't say "dip" without laughing, which is probably a good thing because that was awful. ]

[propulsion]

[ Thank goodness we avoided the darkest timeline. ]

Awesome. [ There is maybe a subtle smile in his tone, despite himself. ] Bye. Don't die of fantasy plague.