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[ A crown! A paper one, set down in front of the camera as Loki starts another. ]

Evening, Quarantine! Tonight in this broadcast is hereby declared Treats-For-Truths and origami gifts are now ready for sale! The price: tell me one of your secrets and I'll send a paper-something directly to you via magic. Please don't get too adventurous in your suggestions, I only have but ten fingers.

[ Other examples sit around the crown, such as a dinosaur, car, and (you're welcome, Thor) teeny tiny hammer. ]

Anyone who owns or is entitled to a crown will get one for free, in a colour of their choosing. Doodled details upon request.

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I'm halfway done now. If Sera came here, would you stay then?

[ Angela is somewhat surprised by that question, but she gives it its full due consideration before answering, ] Yes. I think so.

[ Clearly he just needs to find Sera and convince her to settle down in the Quarantine, then. Easy. ]

That would be jolly, the three of us as domestic neighbours.

Do you know if our other brothers intend to remain as well?

I hope so.

[ He doesn't want to go into depth on a public line, but the sentiment is there. He would miss them if they left. ]

[ If Angela had a better grasp of the privacy functions on her device and how to use them, she would make the conversation private. Alas, she does not, so she doesn't pry further. ]

What sort of secrets has your game won you so far?

Billy Kaplan has an intense crush on Captain America and Stephen Strange, the baby-faced one, likes to lick the fog from bathroom mirrors.

[ A distant look. Loki, she doesn't know these people. ]

How does this knowledge help you in any way?

I consider it leverage of the highest order.

[ Especially since he's just throwing them under the bus for not playing. THAT'S WHAT YOU GET, BOYS. ]

Ah, all done!

[ The helm of Hel is magicked over to Angela, popping out of thin air to sail down. About the size of an apple, very intricately folded so the horns poke out in wild directions. ]

[ Angela plucks it from the air with delicate fingers, smiling softly. ]

It's a bit too small to wear.

Think of it as a trophy on your shelf.

I do not own a shelf.

[ But she takes it, and her phone, over to her vanity and hangs it on the corner of the mirror. ]

I'll get Thor to put some up, he does have some meagre talent with a hammer.

[ #LOL

Aw, look at that crown in pride of place on her mirror. Why is Loki so pleased. ]

[ Angela chuckles lightly at that, but insists, ]

I would have to repay him. I do not need shelves. I don't have enough possessions to warrant their use.