Tony shakes his head. "Yeah, no, still impressed."

"All right, be impressed, then," laughs Shell Bell. "So do you want to come meet Darcy?"

"Darcy... your superhero friend?" he hazards.

"Yeah, she has a magic space hammer that only lets the worthy lift it that she calls Mewtwo because she can't pronounce whatever its real name is and she is learning superheroing from her friend Sif."

"Mjolnir," supplies Jarvis. "In all likelihood."

"That doesn't sound very much like Mewtwo at all," Bell remarks.

"Cultural reference," says Tony. "To a videogame. Jarvis, how do I explain Pokemon?"

"A question for the ages," Jarvis says dryly.

"I know what a videogame is," says Shell Bell helpfully. "I've never played one, but I've heard of them."

"That's a start!" says Tony. "Mewtwo is a... rare and powerful imaginary animal from a videogame about collecting imaginary animals and making them beat up other imaginary animals for you so you can collect those too."

"That actually sounds kinda fun," says Shell Bell, "if the imaginary animals don't spend the whole time being miserable about beating each other up."

"Nope, as far as I remember, they're mostly weirdly cheerful about it."

"That's good, then. Now I get Darcy's reference. Are we gonna go introduce you or talk about video games?" Shell Bell giggles.

"Video games," he says, pointing at her emphatically, "are serious business."

"Perhaps I'll borrow one from Milliways on my way home and collect some imaginary animals."

"Anyway," he says, "I think I'll pass on the interplanetary travel."

Tony grins. "You got me."

[Reasonable,] Darcy concedes.

[I don't think I care that much,] says Darcy.

"Yeah," says Tony, "that's still weird, by the way."

"I suppose not everyone has desperately wanted to meet their alts since they were thirteen."

He smiles. "Well, none of mine are empresses of anything, right?"

"Not as far as I know, although there's a girl Sherlock, maybe there's a girl you somewhere too, maybe she's an empress?" shrugs Bell.