It's weird, but nice, to be living in a place where nobody's actively trying to kill us or lock us up or kick us out or kidnap us to the Mojoverse yet again. And kind of boring, actually.

So we made up a game. It's called "my universe or not?". Obvious examples are obvious -- Captain America? Our universe. Super Man? Not. M-Town Movie Shack? Ours. Gotham City Pizzeria? Obviously not, but pretty good, even though the crust is too thick and soft. This is not Chicago, Gotham City Pizzeria, get your act together. The Chinese guy with the taquería stand two blocks down? Unable to pin him down, but his salsa verde is one of the best I've had outside Mexico, so I'm willing to claim him for my side. Never leave me, Chinese taco guy.

You can do this for anything. Try it out.

This is the one that stumps me: Donald Trump, potential next president of the USA. First of all, is this really a thing that's happening in any universe, and if so, why? Second, I could actually see it being from ours just from past experience with my world's dumb politics, but I'm kind of hoping this one is on the other world.

For anyone who might be wondering, do not feed those moth things. Unless you want a cuddly, slightly spooky, glittery buddy to follow you everywhere. And boy does that powdery stuff from their wings get everywhere. I look like I've been through a craft store explosion.

[Texts to Kate Bishop]
→ Hey, so, how's everything?
→ I have kind of a weird question for you.
→ Were you at the party when Noh played DJ and Tommy came back?
→ I'm not crazy, I promise.
→ ... :)

[Texts to Tommy Shepherd]
→ Hey, what's up?
→ Are you doing okay?

[Texts to Cassie Lang]
→ I never deleted your contact
→ I don't even know what to say to
→ Hi, Cassie? It's Teddy.