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But I live today, I just Go Go Go (OTA)

Who: Gwen Stacey and YOU!
What: Gwen is out and about with her Pokemon, exploring Attleton, Genessia City and hanging out in Nova City.
When: All day on the 21st.
Warnings: None for now. Might change at some point.

The first place Gwen heads to after leaving her apartment is a park in Attleton. She has her Pokemon with her, Iroh the Fennekin who is happy to sit by Gwen. She has Lin, her Alolan Geodode, Lin, who is happy to be out of her Pokeball, stretching her arms and floating around. And she has her Tynamo, Miles, floating away in a small pond. This is the one she's reading up on in her Pokedex, a small look of alarm on her face as she looks at Miles.

"My friend, you are not allowed to evolve. Like...ever. You go from adorable little shocker fish, to absolutely terrifying to even more terrifying. So stay cute. Okay?"

Gwen's teasing the Pokemon. Even Iroh can recognize when his trainer is joking, headbutting Gwen on the leg and looking up expectantly. Gwen's backpack is nearby and there are a few twigs sticking out, one of which she pulls out and tosses to her Fennekin. The twig is caught and Iroh runs a short distance away to chew on it.

She could get used to this kinda life, honestly.

Later on, she's grocery shopping in Nova City. And she is very much so shopping like a teenager whose parents instilled a few small healthy eating choices. Mixed in among the junk food and microwave meals are apples and bananas and oranges. But mostly it's junk food. The only Pokemon she has out right now is Iroh, who is happy to trot along beside her, looking up at Gwen when she reaches for anything. The Fenniken is also helping! See? Gwen has accidentally dropped an orange and Iroh has picked it up, making some noise to get Gwen's attention.

"Oh, man. Thanks, Iroh. I didn't even notice."

Someone should probably stuff a few carrots or something in her basket. There is way too much sugar in there. Way too much.

Is that S'mores cereal? Tucked in next to a box of Fruity Pebbles? Yes. Yes, it is.

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Sugar sounds great right now okay. Peter also went out in search of Pokémon and had ... um. Well. Less success, let's just say. He's sitting crosslegged on the floor of their shared apartment, with a bucket of ice on one side of him and a first aid kit on the other. His healing factor is pretty good, but even it can't quite handle an entire swarm of pissed off joltiks all going at him at once. And it definitely can't handle Peter still trying to web one like a goddamn idiot even after it was clear that this was an Incredibly Bad Idea. Long story short: if he weren't already a spider-kid, then being bitten by like twenty of these things probably would have done it.

Owlfred, meanwhile, is completely unharmed. He's showing his concern for his master by dozing contentedly in his lap.

Anyway, he looks up when Gwen comes back. Still halfway through applying a bandage to his face. "Hey, welcome back," he says. And then he hears the telltale rustle of sugared cereal. "Whoa, what did you get?"

Gwen steps into the apartment after Iroh, the Fennekin running right to the dog bed Gwen bought for him. But both Pokemon and trainer stop walking the second they see Peter on the floor, covered in...are those bites?

"What the hell happened to you?" Gwen asks, setting the bag on the counter and pulling out a box of S'mores cereal, a box of Pop-tarts flavored cereal and a box of Fruity Pebbles. There's also some sort of Reeses Puffs knock off, but that's in a bag and Gwen hasn't pulled that out just yet. She's still looking at Peter with mild alarm and Iroh is sniffing at the first aid kit, sneezing some in frustration because he doesn't like that smell, ok?

"Is it something we need to worry about?" We as in the Spider-Teens. She doesn't want something to worry about just yet.

They sure are bites. Nasty ones if they managed to leave marks on him like that. At least they are healing, just. Well, not quite quickly enough.

Peter, meanwhile, looks a bit embarrassed. He finishes sticking the bandage to his face, carefully smoothing it down. It's kinda crooked but it should work. "Huh? We?" he says, as if Mysterio isn't out there right now potentially plotting his demise. "I was just out trying to catch Pokémon. It uh. I had some problems."

Ninety-nine of them, apparently. And a catch wasn't one.

"Yes, we." Spider-Woman isn't about to let SpiderMan face something alone. She leaves the bag on the counter and heads over to Peter, sitting gracefully on the floor and picking up the first aid kit to start digging through it. She is here to help, roomie.

But at the mention of having problems with Pokemon, Gwen kinda slows down her search, pierced eyebrow raising slightly in confusion.

"What kind of Pokemon? Did it have like...a million teeth or something?"

Thanks Gwen, he does appreciate it. His clothing protected him from the worst, at least, but there's some marks on the back of his neck that he can't reach easily. Maybe get those first.

Also uh. He sort of doesn't want to explain this. "Not exactly," he says. "I think I told you I really wanted a Joltik, right? Spider and electricity." A pause. "Well, I found like three of them, but Owlfred couldn't handle them. So ... I webbed one."

Gwen can tell, so she scoots to sit behind him to help with those, dabbing them with antiseptic and then stopping what she's doing entirely as he says what did it. And how many. She looks over all of the bites that she can see, just a quick scan with her eyes and sighs in disbelief, the pierced eyebrow raising again as she leans to look him right in the eyes.

"You want to try that number again? It didn't sound right. And why....in all of the universes ever...did you try to web a Pokemon?"

There's a very subtle 'you brought this on yourself' somewhere. Somewhere in the calm tone that she's probably used on people when she isn't sure if she should be annoyed at something she did, or laugh at the misfortune that befell them. She's not a mean person at all, but even she can find humor in people doing dumb stuff.

Like webbing Pokemon.

He's really feeling attacked right now, Gwen. This is completely undeserved and he has no idea why you would do this to him, a poor innocent Spider-Man who has never done anything stupid in his entire life.

Like webbing Pokemon.

"It was three at first," he says. "But. They got mad, and then more showed up. A lot more." Like a lot a lot more. He's going to have nightmares probably. A sea of Joltiks all biting and scratching and jolting. "And I webbed it because I really wanted a Joltik but Owlfred couldn't handle them at all."

See, he's logical. This makes total sense.

"Three at..." Gwen is just going to stop there, move back to where she can look Peter right in the face. She opens her mouth to say something, something probably rude, but then her mouth closes. Lips pressed tight and the look on her face suggesting she is very unsure of what to say here, Peter.

None whatsoever. He went against Joltiks. Three of them that turned into a sea of them because Peter just wanted to web one out of curiosity.

"You..." Nope. Another false start and, try as she might, she can't look angry. This is actually kinda funny, now that she really thinks about it. The problem here, is, she can picture it. She can practically see the Joltiks retaliate and Peter scrambling off to get safe.

And, wrong as she feels about laughing about it? She let's out a small snort of badly suppressed laughter before she buries her face in her hands. She really doesn't want to laugh at his misfortune, but it's probably the most ridiculous thing she's ever heard and she's dealt with a lot if ridiculous stuff.

"And...and you're not going to try that again, right?"

Oops. He knows that look. That's a "Peter you've done something incredibly stupid but I'm too nice to say it out loud" look. That usually either ends with yelling or laughter. Fortunately, she seems to have settled on laughter, which makes him laugh nervously in turn. Oh yes, excellent hi jinx. He definitely planned it that way on purpose.

"I mean, not with that kind of Pokémon," he says, a little sheepish. "Obviously I learned my lesson."

Not well enough to promise to avoid webbing Pokémon completely, though.

"Jesus. You're kind of a danger to yourself, you know that?"

That's teasing. Her own Peter Parker from her world was inquisitive to the point of being kind of a huge risk taker. She can see how he'd do the same thing, really.

"How about we team up in the Pokemon hunt?" That seems like the smarter choice, honestly. Who knows what they'll find together? Not to mention? It just sounds like a lot of fun.

"Oh! I didn't even tell you what I found the other day when I took Iroh out." How she managed to not say anything about her new crew members, she'll never know. She's quick to get on her feet, the move graceful and practically a dance step as she heads over to her backpack, digging around and pulling out two Pokeballs.

The first one she releases is her Alolan Geodude.

"Meet Lin. I also caught a Tynamo. He's not allowed to evolve at all. Their evolved forms are really just nightmare fuel."

"I, uh. I get that a lot."

Poor May. He feels really bad for his aunt, especially after she found out he was Spider-Man. And here he'd thought that her being worried about normal nerd antics was bad enough. Now he has a cornucopia of stupid decisions to make

Anyway, he brightens at her offer. "That'd be awesome," he says. "We might have more luck that way too. I mean, since I haven't had any so far." Story of his life. He's instantly jealous of Lin, his eyes widening as he reaches his hand out to her. This is the best thing ever and he's not over it. "Man, I'm loving all the Avatar names," he says with a grin. "Which one did you give the Tynamo?"

Lin floats around the apartment, taking her time to enjoy the space, stretching her arms and stopping near Gwen, looking pretty pleased with her life right now. Gwen still has Tynamo's ball in her hand, still unsure of whether or not she wants to let him out just yet. It's not like the apartment is small.

Lin and Iroh are off in a corner, having a conversation and Gwen watches them for a moment before looking at Peter.

"I named him Miles, after a friend of mine."

If Peter was expecting more Avatar references, she's very sorry, but this was too perfect.

That was in fact what he was expecting. Some kind of Avatar reference. Like Mako maybe? He seems kind of fishy and can also do electricity. Miles, on the other hand ... He’s suddenly trying to remember every fictional Miles he’s ever seen or read about. Miles Edgeworth? Prower? Vorkosigan??

“Your friend likes Ace Attorney?” he says, deciding to just go with his first guess. Even if it’s probably terrible.

Nope. She shakes her head at that and actually has no clue what Ace Attorney is, so there's also some uncertainty there. She is going to explain the name, however, and watch as Lin hovers back over to Peter, holding out the box of S'mores cereal.

"Miles is a friend of mine from another universe. The one I found myself in before I woke up here. That's his original universe. He's the new Spider-Man, there. One of his abilities is he can shock people with just a touch."

Thanks Lin, you’re the best. Peter happily helps himself.

“Whoa,” he says, his eyes widening a little. A spider-person with electricity powers? Super cool. “That’s new. I mean, I definitely don’t have those.” He pauses, though, as something else occurs to him. “Wait, you’ve been to other universes before? And what do you mean, the new Spider-Man? Did the old one retire?”

"Yep. Remember I told you I have experience with the multiverse? That was it. I got yanked into the wrong universe because some giant tool built a machine that opened doors to other universes."

Oh, Peter. She knew that question was coming, but it wasn't really something she wanted to answer. There's some hesitation from Gwen, but that's probably telling. Running her fingers through her hair and then brushing her hand over the side-shave she had to get thanks to Miles, she sighs.

"He died. Probably because he was trying to stop the aforementioned tool and his machine. The thing about poking holes in the multiverse is, it doesn't want holes poked in. So things retaliate. Realities start encroaching on other realities and if a person or living thing..." She's assuming that's what Spider-Ham is, she doesn't know. She just thinks he looks like someone did a lot of drugs before trying to write a cartoon for Looney Tunes.

"If a person or living thing is in the wrong universe, it's like their cells and atoms know it's wrong. So they fight back. And it hurts like hell. We called it glitching. It's kinda like...turning on your TV and it's at a station where four or five stations are trying to come through, only with absolute agony and deterioration on a cellular level. The original Spider-man from that universe knew how bad it could be, and wanted to stop him before people died. And he did...for a bit. It was up to new spider Miles and several of us to really stop him for good. The machine was blown up, and the bad guy got sent to jail."

She wasn't exactly there for this. She was just going by the idea that Miles is a good kid. Miles is the best man for the job. If anyone can stop Kingpin, it's him.

Oh. He quiets suddenly, listening to all of that. Deep down he probably should have known that would be the answer - he already knows he’s probably not going to just retire someday, not with how much the world clearly needs him. And he’s come face to face with the alternative. But that still hadn’t quite clicked in his head. That he can (will?) die on the job just like Tony did, and someone will have to take over for him in turn ...

He stares straight ahead for a moment, his breath rattling in his ears. Come on, Peter, say something. Don’t freeze up. Obviously you’re not dead here, and if you’ve never met this Miles guy then who’s to say anything like this will happen to you too? And maybe this Spider-Man that died isn’t even Peter Parker. Clearly there are other people taking on the role.

“Oh,” he says at last, a little shaken. “I didn’t realize. Guess I should have.” Breathe in, breathe out. “I’m really glad you were able to fix things though. And I hope Miles got a chance to get some help starting out.”

He knows how that is, okay. Tony helped a lot.

There are too many Peter Parkers who died in her life. Two too many, and she didn't even know the second one. But it's clear that when he mentions Miles, she's briefly distracted and doesn't hear him right off. Iroh is getting scratched behind the ears as Gwen thinks about the time before Genessia.

She turns to look at Peter, regretting saying anything because of the look on his face.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have...said anything. But, yeah. We did what we could to teach Miles in short notice. He picked up web-swinging really fast, and learned how to control his Venom Strike ability and turning invisible."

Yep. That's an ability and it amuses Gwen greatly. "I'm jealous."

Sorry Gwen. He's maybe a little sensitive to staring his own mortality in the face right now.

"I'm jealous too," he says, managing a weak smile. "Turning invisible would be super useful. Even the suit Stark built for me couldn't do that."

Taser webs, yes. Kill mode, absolutely. But not invisibility. And now he's wondering if he could engineer something like that.

Gwen wouldn't mind taser webs, invisibility and Insta-Kill, but she's glad for what she has. Her skills have been put to use to save people frequently, and the suit she has she wears with pride.

"So, what pizza places are still on our lists?"

Takeru had been walking from work at the Dog's Paw towards the place where his girlfriend worked and for a change, he decided to take a short cut through the park. His Chespin was casually walking next to him since the Pokemon from the last time seemed to be more wanting to stay at home lately and not really wanting to get involved.

But that was fine for the other, it means less trouble for him to have to deal with. But soon Chspin had wondered on over to where the other was as Taeru stopped to look over.

"Ah, hey there. I guess you have joined in on the Pokemon craze?"

Gwen looks up at the Chespin with a smile, watching the Pokemon with amusement. It was one of her favorites. Iroh leans close and sniffs at the Chespin, sitting down with Gwen a moment later as he decides this Chespin is okay.

"I did. I really couldn't help myself. It's kind of neat."

Gwen stands and brushes her hand off on her jeans, extending it a moment later to introduce herself to Takeru.

"Gwen Stacy. I'm new to town."

Chespin seemed happy enough as Takeru extended his hand to take the others. She seemed friendly enough and there didn't seem to be a reason to distrust her. At least at first sight. Then again in this world, he had found very little reason to distrust a lot of people.

"Takeru Takaishi. Nice to meet you." Once he was sure that the handshake was over he let go, letting it go back to his side.

"It is kind of neat. Having many little companions." But for Takeru at the same time, it made him miss his companion back home a lot more. He hoped Patamon was doing okay. "But since you are new to town I will also add that the Pokemon seems to be a yearly thing to occur, so odds are it will happen again next year."

"Nice to meet you, too," Gwen says with a grin. She nods her agreement and then her eyes widen when he says this happens every year.

"Wow, really? I have a friend that'd love to hear that." She can't wait to head home and tell Peter all about this.

But, hang on.

"Wait. Every year? How long have you been here?"

"Two years come October I believe, so I only saw them last year, but this is the second year I've seen them... So wouldn't be surprised that it seems to be a yearly occurrence. Plus last year people didn't seem at all surprised either." It was a slight assumption, but it did have some logic behind it.

"I have a couple of Pokemon friends from last year too to prove that point."

"Two years sounds like a long time." Far, far too long, if the faint wrinkle on Gwen's nose is any indication. Hell, she's only been here a couple days and she's over it all. She wants her own New York.

Shaking her head some, she smiles in amusement. "I believe you. How many do you have?"

"It is, but I think having my girlfriend here has helped a lot. It's nice to have someone you know." Although it was a few months before she even arrived and that was after someone else who had left some time ago.

He still couldn't help but miss them even if it has been a while. Soon, he found himself looking over. "I have no idea honestly. What about you?"

Mysterio looks very out of place for the simple act of grocery shopping. He's in full superhero costume, appearing like he's raided the wardrobe of Thor, Iron Man and Dr Strange and pieced them all together into a garish, lit-up display. Despite that, he wears it well and is walking around with a hand-held basket containing a few choice items: namely all-in-one frozen dinners. But there are also some apples.

He spies her and remarks aloud in a mildly teasing tone:

"There's those rebellious meals."

Oh, hey! Gwen knows that voice! The second she hears it, she freezes with a pack of double chocolate chocolate chip cookies. The fun break and bake kind? They go really well with ice cream or milk or just life in general.

How Gwen eats like this and remains skinny, we can probably blame teenager metabolism.

And just that.

She turns to give Mr Beck a sheepish look but it instantly melts into confusion. Mysterio on her world did have an outfit quite similar, but what she can't figure out is why he's wearing it right now.

This has been a Very Weird Moment (tm) brought to you by the letters 'W', 'T', and last but not least 'F'.

"What are you wearing?"

Hang on. "Hi. Sorry. Yep. Rebellion in a handbasket. It leads to hell in a handbasket, and probably diabetes," Gwen says as she puts the cookies back and looks into her basket at her future purchases.

"Absolutely diabetes."

Not a single fuck to give.

"What, this?" He glances down at himself as if there's nothing unusual going on here at all. He was wearing this for his arrival post but of course the full extent of that couldn't be seen over a close-up video.

"This is my suit. You can never be too prepared, as a hero," he replies with a bit of a weary smile, as if the burden of it was something he must endure. But gratefully so.

"You should eat more apples."

"Yeah. That." It's very weird, Mr Beck, and not just because the small girl talking to you is trying to keep her own hero life separate from her every day one. But she listens to his reasoning and her eyebrows raise some as if that is definitely a thing she just heard him say.

"I am only one person carrying the groceries, and apples are heavy. But don't worry, I'm coming back for them."

"Good girl."

Does that sound a bit condescending? Maybe, but he thinks he's saying it in a paternal manner. Even if that is not at all his place.

"Of course I could help you carry some, if you like. Good Samaritan and all. Where do you live?"

The voices are familiar, but it's not until the 'hero' comment and mention of suit, that Trunks pays attention as anything other than background noise. Give him a moment--because those voices are familiar. Coming around the corner, with his own basket of groceries, to confirm his guesses.

Of course, his basket is a full-size one, and almost filled entirely. He's shopping for the CC House after all, which includes 1 full saiyan and 2 half-saiyans, along with numerous critters. Lots of bulk-products, and variety of stuff. Junk and healthy both.

"Excuse me..." Hesitantly, as he is aware he's intruding. With a small bow, but it's interesting to finally meet these two in person if they are who he thinks they are. "..Mr. Beck? Gwen?" They'd all only spoken via video chat before after all.

He just had to make it creepy and weird, didn't he? Wow. This wasn't even a five minute old conversation and she's already just a tiny bit uncomfortable. Peter's going to enjoy hearing about this interaction, isn't he?

Lordy.

"You know, I'd take you up on that? But my Dad is captain of the police back home, and all I can hear in my head right now is the voice of him telling me about stranger danger and all so...I got it. I have my Geodude. She's pretty capable."

Not to mention, she lives with Peter and really isn't about to let Mysterio know where Peter lives. That seems...not the best idea.

When Trunks shows up, Gwen's glad for the interruption.

"Yep! Gwen would be me! It's nice to meet you in person." Gwen reaches out her hand for a handshake, smiling at Trunks.

Beck has no idea yet about the connection between Gwen and Peter and Peter already avoided telling Mysterio where he lived. They had come to a kind of agreement but still, it was wise to be safe.

He chuckles slightly at Gwen's words. "If you say so, " and he doesn't push.

Then a third person joins them and Beck's face lights up with a welcoming smile.

"Ah, Trunks! Indeed nice to meet you in person," he echoes Gwen's words.

Considering what little he'd heard of he conversation, it seemed like Trunks' interruption was good timing. Even if he wasn't sure why it was, which meant just being his usual self. Returning the hand-shake to Gwen, and waiting to see if Mr. Beck wanted one too.

"I'm sorry for intruding." Well--only a bit given the hint of vibe he'd gotten. "Then again, this isn't the first time I've met people by grocery-shopping. I suppose it's part of why I enjoy doing the chore."

Thank God. She wasn't going to be okay with him pushing. It'd make it harder to keep Spider-Woman out of the picture and she was trying quite desperately to do that very thing for a multitude of reasons.

"I always went with my mom. Occasionally my younger brothers came along, but they made it more of a hassle than it had to be. And you're not intruding, I promise."

Beck does offer to shake Trunk's hand before silently observing them both in conversation.

"It must be difficult. Having to do everything for yourself here," he begins but then adds, "Not to say you're not capable. Just don't make all your snacks rebellious."

And he picks up one of the apples from his basket ands lightly tosses it toward hers.

That apple headed to her basket isn't a danger to herself. It's not meant to hurt her, but her spider instincts insist she catch it right now. It's easy enough to resist those instincts for a moment, a well practiced feat of mental strength that she's had to exercise with her brothers when they play catch. She knows it'd make no sense if she caught every ball or object thrown at her, so she misses a few baseballs on purpose.

The apple is almost missed, too, Gwen moving the basket just in time to let it fall in and she smiles, looking proud of herself and just the faintest bit alarmed. She is sure she moved the basket just a little too quickly. Just a bit.

"What kind is that? Is it a honeycrisp? Those are the best. Thanks!"

She's so glad she was watching what he was doing. At the comment about rebellious snacks, she shakes the basket again.

"Rebellion in a handbasket, remember? C'mon. It can't all be carrot sticks and bananas." Pause.

"Especially since bananas are only good for banana bread."

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"For what it's worth Gwen, there are a lot of options between full on 'rebellion' and carrot sticks and bananas." With a conspiratorial grin. Whether Trunks caught her fast reflexes or not, is saying nothing.

"I mean, anything's better than some of what I've had to survive on. Lemme show you some of the options." Not that he's not trying to be rude, as he had shaken Mr. Beck's hand easily enough. But he's definitely picking up on a vibe of some kind between the two.

"Even if you don't want to learn to cook, there are some simple heating up options that require minimal skills."

"Yeah. I'm no cook, as you can see."

The small basket indeed holds only a few apples and some frozen dinners, easy to heat up and go.

The uncomfortable vibe isn't coming from Beck's side. He thinks he's being personable, but even so there may be something a bit off. As if he's distracted, even when it seems his focus is on the other two.

It's that something being a bit off that has Gwen uncertain. It's not like she doesn't know about Mysterio. Peter did tell her what was going on, and Gwen was doing her best to be careful.

Turning to look at Trunks, she kinda nods some. "That'd be awesome. It'd probably stunt my growth if I kept trying to live off of microwave meals and pizza."

Turning to look at Mr Beck, she glances into his basket again with a small smile.

"Okay what's your favorite thing in there? Did you find something from home that you like?"

Ace is still getting used to the whole domestic thing. He's settled in well to Genessia, he has a job and a partner, but for a former pirate all of this normal is a little overwhelming and underwhelming at the same time. Grocery shopping is one of those things that has to be done, but also something that he never had to do when he was younger. He'd either dine and dash, or eat on board the massive ship he used to reside on. So this is something he's still getting used to.

Ace is pushing a cart through the store, and it's almost entirely full of meat, with a couple of bottles of rum nestled in beside two full briskets, several whole chickens, and a massive ham. If someone is supposed to help her with healthy eating by sneaking in good things, it's unfortunately not going to be Ace.

He doesn't know who Gwen is when he sees her and Iroh, they had a text conversation after all. But he does know that she seems like a nice enough person, and if her pokemon like her she can't be too bad. So he waves at her, hoping to get her attention when he just can't figure out part of what's on his grocery list. "Hey, do you have a minute? 'Cause I've got something I need help with."

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Gwen's kinda arguing with Iroh as the Fennekin keeps trying to put yet another box of Fruity Pebbles in the basket. They don't need a second one, so why Iroh keeps it up, Gwen has no idea. Maybe Iroh is just trolling her. She wouldn't be surprised. Her roommate does have a Pokemon that keeps stealing keys and leaving them in weird places.

Gwen gets a glance at Ace's cart and kinda smiles, walking past some until he calls her attention and then she turns, pierced eyebrow raised some in surprise. She points at herself, looks around for a moment and hazards a guess.

Yes, he did mean her. Huh.

"I can try. What's up?"

"Thanks." Ace looks uncomfortable for a moment. "I didn't really know how to read much until I came here, and I'm still picking up on a lot of words. And this one? And the two after? Never seen it before."

The list gets pushed towards Gwen, and he points out some words in on the paper that have been written in cursive that's very fancy and flourished. Ace might blame not being able to read it on his struggle with literacy, but even good readers might struggle with how beautifully and pretentiously written this is. Broccolini, romanesco, umeboshi are the words that he's gesturing at. "If it was texted to me I'd probably do better, but this is kinda rough."

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