"Cough, cough!" Aaron coughed, neither pleased nor angry. "Princess Hela, you may have forgotten that I was never from this universe to begin with."
Hela froze in astonishment for a moment, then said rather speechlessly, "The multiverse is vast. There's no shortage of strange things."
"Well... this may sound strange, but I might be stepping slightly beyond the scope of the multiverse.
Does that sound awkward? But there's nothing I can do about it. The most correct thing I did in this life may have been being born into a good family."
Hela rolled her eyes, wanting to say something but finding herself at a loss for words.
"What happened after that? Didn't you try looking again?"
"I wanted to, but I didn't get the chance. So I hitched a ride back on the Avengers' plane.
Still, I learned some information about the Scarlet Witch, so it wasn't a complete loss." Aaron slowly exhaled a stale breath. Getting a little intelligence was barely a consolation prize.
Just then, Aaron's phone suddenly rang. The caller ID showed Tony Stark.
"Hello! Tony, what do you need?"
"Ordering ingredients?"
"Are you kidding? I'm a Divination Master, not an ingredient wholesaler."
"Just preparing a table for the Avengers.
Fine! Seeing how hard everyone works to defend Earth's peace, I'll reluctantly agree.
But I have one small condition. I'll be bringing someone else to the party."
"Alright, that's settled then!"
After hanging up, Aaron silently opened the Gourmet Codex and casually ordered some delicious, affordable Dream Ingredients.
"Jane, there's a party at Stark Tower on Saturday night.
Come with me, and remember to wear something more formal."
"Me?" Jane blankly pointed at herself. "Shouldn't you invite Princess Hela?"
"Thrór will be there. I'm afraid that when she sees Odin's son—her own younger brother—she won't be