"Two thousand fried chickens. At cost, that would still be around eight thousand dollars. Laufey really has it easy."
After hanging up the communicator aboard the Flying Boat, Su Ming revealed a 'heartbroken smile' at the terrible loss, leaned against the railing, and lit a cigarette as he looked toward the nearby Ice Fortress.
While dealing with the Frost Giants, Daisy had obediently kept silent the entire time. Or rather, even if she had been asked to speak, she would not have wanted to. Even after leaving, she was still covering her nose.
"Once we leave this place, I'm definitely taking a bath. I feel like the stench has seeped into my skin." She loosened Cloak slightly, raised an arm as white as lotus root beneath her little nose, and sniffed it with a miserable expression. "Are there any famous bathhouses in the universe?"
"Actually, no. You've reminded me, though. I should contact Lorraine and open a spa in Contraxia. I just don't know how waterproof Howard's Synthezoids are."
Su Ming reached for the communicator, as though he intended to arrange it immediately.
"They must be pretty good. After all, those are Synthezoids made for special purposes."
Daisy snarked. She had heard of plenty of special ways to play, like covering oneself head to toe in honey. How could an old pervert like Howard possibly not have thought of that?
Deathstroke gave her a faintly amused look. "You know quite a lot. Anyway, I contacted the Vanaheim shops. They'll notify Kamar-Taj to coordinate shipments around the world. Once the fried chicken arrives, the deal is complete. Laufey doesn't seem to dare deceive me either. Once I know who the suspect is, I can figure out where they went and find Odin."
"Why does it feel even colder here than in