Tamsin's morning ritual was more or less set in stone: she rolled out of bed, she stumbled downstairs, she put some food in her mouth, then she headed back upstairs to find less comfortable but more flattering clothes. This ritual proceeded more or less apace, as she squinted in the mirror once, yanked on a t-shirt, and then headed downstairs
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Another deeply unimpressed child wandered into the house in search of someone who might have been her mother. "Hi, mom."
Hi, other child that Ylva was judging for existing.
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Look, as far as she knew, her mom was dead. As long as her mom was undead - uh, not like that - she didn't want to share. "Can we go see Kenzi now?"
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Which sucked.
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Look, Tamsin was only just starting to figure out how wacky Marvel was.
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"For Iron Man?" Ylva continued, seriously confused by this. "Maybe he's not Iron Man yet."
But that was, like, forever ago.
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"You're telling me he got a suit of armor and goes around calling himself 'Iron Man'?" Tamsin said. "Wow. That's special."
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Ylva shrugged in a manner that implied she wanted to seem cool, but also so wanted to be an Avenger and couldn't commit to agreeing that it was 'special' fully. Because she totally had plans drawn for Iron Valkyrie.
For reasons.
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And ergo not how this Tamsin was wired, thank you.
"No, seriously," she said, "That's dumb. But I guess I shouldn't be surprised."
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