Betty has always been too self-assured and too good at projecting Normal to see the therapist that probably would have been useful at various points in her life, but if she'd ever done it, they probably would have told her that one of the reasons she fell in love with Dr. Bruce Banner of a gazillion PhDs was because he'd never pull a cheap trick. Other men she could mention are renowned for it.

Not that she's thinking about dear old dad just now; just the opposite.

She laughs as she bends down to help Bruce heave upwards, but the snow is the heavy, wet kind that makes excellent snowballs and snow angels and snowmen - but also is easy to slip in. In short, they're both on their asses now. "Well, at least something's rejoicing. No amount of yoga has been enough to mitigate the fact that things hurt a lot more in the morning than they used to."