[And here, indeed, stands Dr. Strange, a neatly-folded, magical blanketed hefted into his arms. The gift itself is not so much the exasperating part—after all, it is practical… he supposes—but the adulation and attention and excess of cheering he had to endure when he was called on-stage? That was the true trial and tribulation, his smile strained at the edges (his days of thriving in the spotlight are long gone, after all), his eyes sometime scanning the crowd for faces who he knew would be too amused by the sight.

And here’s Wanda — she’s one of them.]

Yes, laugh it up. Get it out of your system while you can.

[u g hhhh]

Dr. Strange won an oversized magical quilt on the national stage. Look at him awkwardly shake hands with everyone. How funny!