Midnight Manor 1F - Friday Afternoon

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With the week done and Kamala finally getting her room exactly the way she wanted, Kamala flopped down on the bed and made her semi-weekly phone call back home.

When Facetime came up, however, Kamala could only see her mother's chin. "Ammi! Pull the phone away from yourself so I can see your face."

How the Khan family ever was able to answer a smartphone call was a mystery to Kamala. Instead the phone just moved up so she could only see her mother's eye.

"Kamala Khan! Finally getting around to calling your mother? Hmm?"

"I just talked to you last week," Kamala said doing her best not to sigh and roll her eyes.

"And what a week it's been. I must say, Kamala, for someone who has only been away from home for two weeks, I am very disappointed in you," Muneeba said, moving the phone higher so Kamala could see the trace of disappointment etched in her mother's forehead.

"What did I do?"

"Well, first is your romantic outburst to Carol, she called me very concerned about your well being."

Oh. No.

"And what's this about you sending nude pictures of yourself to Nakia?"

"That's not what happened! I was facetiming her and my robe got caught on a bedpost! Wait, how do you even know about that?"

"And what's this I hear about you cosplaying at Stark Industries? And hanging out at bars?"

"I wasn't drinking alcohol! I was getting rum for squirrels!" Kamala protested. "Do you have spy cameras on me?"

"A mother knows these things, Kamala. Especially when her daughter is running around wild at college."

"Ammi! It's not like that!" Kamala protested.

"And then I heard you turned into a pony. Really, Kamala. Of all things a horse?"

"I was really cute!" Kamala groaned. "How do you know all this?"

"And then you went and got a tattoo."

"It's not a real tattoo!" Kamala said showing her arm. "It's just henna!"

"Well at least you didn't completely shame our family. I expect much better behavior out of you going forward. You will not be an Avenger at thius rate."

"Seriously. How do you know all this?"

"Well Bruno was very kind and set up our phones so we can get a podcast of your daily news report. The rest I found out from your Auntie Ruby."

Damn. That woman knows everything.

"Ammi! I swear to you it's nothing like it sounds."

"Oh? Then why am I hearing you made a very large purchase of rum? Hmm?"

Crap. "It's for the squirrels, Ammi." Kamala said with a long sigh. She knew what was coming next.

"A likely story. I'm begging you, Kamala, please do not bring further shame on our family."

"Uh. I gotta go. I have class."

"I know you don't have class on Fri-"

Kamala ended the call and let out a long groan. Clearly you could take the girl out of Jersey City but you can never escape the clutches of Muneeba Khan.

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