Carol enthusiastically introduced the available properties nearby, but after Gwen heard that modified dinosaurs from the forest often snuck into town to steal things, she decided she did not want to live here.
Su Ming actually rather liked the place. It had the standard American pastoral scenery of Antarctica's mysterious dimension. Riding a horse during his downtime had to be easier than riding bears around his mountain villa, right?
But Gwen changed her mind again. She did not want to live somewhere so extraordinary after all. She might as well find a place in New York City.
Little girls were just like that—far too fickle.
Deathstroke finished the beer in his hand while chatting, confirmed that his arrangements were proceeding as planned, then bid Carol farewell. He took Gwen back to New York and went to find Daisy.
Daisy was not home. She might have gone to the cupcake shop. Cosmo answered the door, and the big dog had been sunbathing in the yard of the rental house.
He had long heard that Soviets enjoyed sunbathing. Sochi's beachfront baths had once been famous health resorts.
The big dog could communicate with people through Mental Power, but Deathstroke was a textbook example of someone shielded from Mental Power. Cosmo could only hold a blackboard and chalk between his paws and write on it, in Russian.
"Thor and Hela went shopping."
"Huh? Why isn't Hela squatting around in the Underworld? What is she doing on Earth again?" Su Ming raised his eyebrowless brow and turned to Gwen. "Do you want to live in the Underworld? Hela's palace should be vacant now."
"Ew! No way!" The girl's face was full of disgust.
The big dog lay on a deck chair, whether enjoying the winter sun or getting blasted by cold wind was unclear.