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“Oh no, you definitely don’t want that one.” Dionysus might be an often heavily intoxicated god of wine and madness and sex, and might have too many cats, but he is not about to let someone unknowingly drink bad wine. “You absolutely don’t want to put that stuff in your body.” 

Clearly though, this woman was having a rough go, if she was grabbing that stuff. Time for Dionysus, himbo of healing, to come to the rescue! Or at least, show up with a better wine list. 

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The little boy squealed in happiness.  It was just him and his father; and though that meant that there were no friends there; the boy didn’t seem to care.  It was his birthday.  Four years old and getting so big.

There were several kids coming to wish him a happy birthday, and Eskel had purchased a huge cake that he was sharing with the parents and kids at the park.  Then he noticed two boys and smiled.

// girls just want a fancy breakfast in bed

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Hela was never one for huge events. She yawned as the time passed, opting to stand near the edge of the ballroom close to the kitchen so she could grab fresh glasses of champagne as the servers went by. She toyed with the collar of her tuxedo. The mass of moving bodies made the room hotter than it should have been.

Minn-Erva turned and shook her head. “What is there to talk about? I am not really seeing anything going forward.” She paused and turned around.

It was a neat trick, Sylvie thought. Well, more than a neat trick. It was a very useful loophole. The fact she could hide out in any apocalypse, and the Time Variance Authority couldn’t find her there, that was brilliant. Of course, there was the fact that Asgard was falling apart, and being held hostage by Hela, but that wasn’t her problem. She was safe, and that was what made it all worth it.

There was a chance that, maybe, she could help out with this whole ‘end of Asgard and death of all the gods’ thing, maybe stop it, maybe cause it, who knew? But that would just alert the TVA, and she wasn’t about to do that. No, she just needed to evacuate with everyone else. That wouldn’t alter anything, and Asgard would be destroyed. Perfect.

She moved through the crowd with her hood pulled up, eyes flicking around consistently to keep an eye on her surroundings. So long as she kept her identity hidden, she wouldn’t set anything off. Sylvie pulled out her tempad just to double check that no other branches were setting off. So far, so good.