Envy hadn't been back to the universe she was from since she'd escaped its clutches at the end of December, after that fiasco with the portals that had left her stranded in LA for the better part of two months. The home studio set-up she had inside her apartment at the Compound combined with multiversal internet had made it possible for her to work on her songs at home and to work remotely with her team.

But now, she couldn't avoid it any longer. She needed to go to an actual studio to record the final, producer-approved version of her song for the Winifred Hailey movie, and she needed to meet with her stylist for some fittings, and she also needed to take care of at least a dozen other things that required her to actually be present in a physical capacity.

And so, she was on the phone with Portalocity.

"Look, I only want full confirmation that your service will not shut down unexpectly, again, and trap me away from where I live."

She was in full-on icy-voiced Envy mode, perfectly calm but very definite. But it wasn't producing the desired results: she was still getting the vague customer service jabber that didn't really mean anything.

"I see." Time to switch strategies. The change in her tone to sweetness should've put the person at the other end of the line on high alert. "Well, of course you can't promise anything, but it would be a real shame if you were to put the Hegemon of this universe in the awful situation of trapping his spouse across the multiverse - again, I might add." A beat. "Yes, that Hegemon," she said, the saccharine practically dripping from her words, "Peter, mm-hm."

Oh, now they were getting somewhere. Was she proud of tweaking the truth a little? No. But was she proud of getting what she wanted? Yes.

"Yes, that's what I thought. Thank you."

[ooc: NFB but open!]