Welcome, Miss Jenny Mills.
How lovely of the Tesseract to bring you to us.
Huh. I got called down to get one of those Tesseract gifts today. I half expected it to be my motorcycle because that could be hella useful here but it turned out it was my typewriter, box and all.Still had the last note for Neal on it too
That isn't to say that I'm disappointed that I got that over my motorcycle. Treasured both equally, but it's a better surprise than a memory dump.
So I got these amazing cookies...
You can scarcely imagine my surprise when I was approached by a fellow wanderer - a refugee, in your parlance - who suggested that I might provide a great service to the organization which benefits the Youth in the surrounding neighborhoods.
That, indeed, my fictive 'celebrity' in addition to several other adjectives not fit for public discussion may indeed give aide. And since my only aide thusfar included alerting the NYPD to a car-jacking as well as causing the Agents of SHIELD to require some sort of 'protective detail' due to my predilection for causing 'trouble', I heartily agreed to put my shoulder to the wheel.
It was only at that point the machinations of this charity were related to me: a date auction? How scandalous, how naughty, how very off-setting! And yet, there is a part of me which is only too thrilled to give chase and offer a night of engaging tête-à-tête with yours truly, Mr. Ichabod Crane.
So bid for me, friends. It benefits the Youth.
-- Got any plans for Thanksgiving yet?
-- I'm thinkin about hosting something at the bar for anyone who doesn't have somewhere to go.