We had, grudgingly, been accepted. That was nice, because there were more than a few people who clearly hadn’t wanted her here. She walked forwards to the big empty golden throne, and I followed dutifully behind her. This thing belonged in a Marvel prop house somewhere… well, either that or on Asgard. It was intense, and I tried not to think about how expensive it must have been. It had to be said, it was no Iron Throne, but it was clearly very expensive. I don’t know how it worked here, but generally in the human world, expensive means delicate. Delicate meant breakable. When Ivy sat there was an awkward moment where I wasn’t sure what to do. Did I sit? Did I stand? If either of these options, where do I do that? Certainly not on that big shining accident waiting to happen. Which was a sh
