"He does understand that moving to America means he loses peerage, right? And then he's got to vie against other major native tycoons like Stark and King," she pointed out. "And the First Family isn't as into sparklies, just saying."
She rolled her eyes and shook her head. "I'm sure it wasn't planned to explode, but neither are king-sized beds, are they? I don't trust anything more complex than a can opener at the moment." Looking at the goo tank, she nodded and worked on getting a not-helping body. "You know, last time I did this was for a Valentino long coat. The bleeding's stopped around the barb though, some good news."
Once he was in his tank, there was nothing much else to do. She smiled and thanks Gibson when he reappeared with the sundae. "I forgot about that, than you. Guess we can go hang out while he cooks."