"She's fifty-five," breathed Jessica, in tones of profound relief. Perhaps this would have been the logical assumption, that she was older. Probably she should have considered it. But Aunt May was Aunt May. It was hard to think of her as other than herself, a constant. She'd just erroneously pictured her the same across the multiverse, which was silly, really, considering how many other things were different.
"Our universe's Aunt May is... not fifty-five," she said, passing into the textiles lab, looking around once more, although perhaps not with an eye towards the same things, more simply appreciative of what was there. Since she was going to be the benefit of its largesse and all. "Not that women older than fifty-five can't be, um, engaging, I'm sure many still experience, um, romance- I'm stopping there."
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Date: 2016-08-04 08:21 am (UTC)"Our universe's Aunt May is... not fifty-five," she said, passing into the textiles lab, looking around once more, although perhaps not with an eye towards the same things, more simply appreciative of what was there. Since she was going to be the benefit of its largesse and all. "Not that women older than fifty-five can't be, um, engaging, I'm sure many still experience, um, romance- I'm stopping there."