“Galio! Someone called Handsome Stark ordered three portions of fried chicken!” A little girl dressed as a cook struggled to stand on a stool and shouted through a small window in the kitchen. “Just a moment, my princess,” Galio said, weighing the tool he used to fry chicken. “Wah, aliens have come to Earth!” The terrified little girl ran into the kitchen and clung to Galio’s leg, tears welling in her eyes. “I have to conserve my magic, or I’ll turn into stone… Maybe… you should call S.H.I.E.L.D.?”
