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[ don't make a joke about being drunk, don't make a joke about being drunk, don't make a joke about being drunk. ]

As long as we're on the same page there. [ he doesn't make a joke about being drunk despite that whole red eyes thing. that had been something. or maybe he'd imagined it? hard to tell.

probably shouldn't ask either way. ]

You need any help with anything? [ he was supposed to be offer, right? maybe set the table? pour the drinks? or just stand there and let her do her thing?]

You can set the table if you want to help? And there are drinks in the fridge. Pick anything you want.

[There's not much in the way of booze, though, just two lone bottles of champagne and wine for guests. Wanda doesn't generally trust herself enough for alcohol aside from special occasions, and she trusts this place even less.]

Dinner is almost ready.

I can probably do that.

[ god, when was the last time he'd set a table? for a second, he's right back in his childhood home, getting prepared for a dinner with his mother. he shakes that thought away quickly and grabs a few plates and silverware before swinging by her fridge and picking...okay, the wine.

not his favorite but it'll work.

it doesn't take him long to set the table, plates, forks, spoons, napkins and drinks before he stands there a little awkwardly. so, he'd just sit down and wait. that wasn't rude, right? ]

Can't wait. [ he calls the words into the kitchen and then wonders if he should have brought something to combat heartburn. she'd kept mentioning spices, was he about to set his mouth on fire? ]

[Well, it's definitely spicier than most American food but it's far from curry-spicy. Wanda gives it a last taste, decides that it's good to go, and starts plating it while Peter sets the table.

There's chicken in it...but also seasoned tofu. It's a trap.]

I made more if this isn't enough.

Well, I brought my appetite.

[ so, seconds would all depend on if he realized she'd trapped him into eating tofu. it could go either way.

okay, let's be real, he wasn't going to realize that she'd slipped tofu in there like some houdini of the kitchen. ]

Cooking's never something I got around to learning how to do. I could put things in the microwave but then there was the whole kidnapping thing and space and, well, you don't really need to learn to cook up there.

What do you do, just snap your fingers and a machine makes it for you?

[Does Wanda carry the plates to the table like a normal person? Only halfway - she gets to the table and then wisps of scarlet float the plates to their respective settings.]

Cooking can be relaxing. You should try it sometime.

I wish.

[ come on, how cool would that be? he really needs to get a snapping fingers machine. thanks for the birthday present to himself idea, wanda! ]

We mostly eat prepackaged stuff. Or we eat whatever we can find planetside. [ which could be hit or miss.

but really, that's not important right now. what's important is that cool thing that she does with...whatever those are. ] Did you just grow magic hands?

[Wanda laughs.]

They're not part of my hands. It's my power. The same way I turned off the lights on the ship.

[Her power terrifies her sometimes, but she is also definitely not above using it out of laziness. Or just when she needs some extra hands.]

[ it reminds him, just for a second, of the blue he'd seen from ego, the blue he'd been able to create for about five minutes. but, she's not following it up with telling him she killed his mother so...hers were probably better. ]

How?

[ ego's had been matter and energy but he's pretty sure she's not a celestial. if she is, she's done a good job of keeping it on the down low. ]

[Wanda's eyes fall to the table, studying the food.]

No one understands it very well. I'm still learning how it works.

[And how she got them is still one of the reasons she has nightmares. In Vision's care the Mind Stone doesn't scare her so much anymore, but try telling that to her subconscious. She can't even imagine a level of physical pain beyond that.]

Sorry.

[ even someone who is sometimes as dense as peter is can tell that he's tripped a mine. ]

I just, uh -- it seemed similar to something I saw once. I didn't know if it was.

[Most people do at some point - it's hard to get to know someone without bringing up family or home at least once.]

It looks like magic I've seen people from other worlds use? But it's something else. I wasn't born with it.

I knew a guy just recently.

[ dear ole dad. ]

It was matter and energy when he did it. Right from his fingers like some kind of weird lightning trick.

[ and peter had been able to do it for about five minutes. pretty cool thing to be able to do. ]

He could just make things?

[Are they doing the politeness shuffle of waiting for each other to sit? Then fine, Wanda will pull out her chair. The normal way.]

I rearranged something once, but I can't remember how. I was...sick. [translation: sedated out of her mind]

Yeah, but he was a -- Celestial. [ would she even know what that meant? probably not. he's already said a lot more than he thought he would. she takes a seat and he drops into his a few seconds later. ]

He showed me how I could do it too but there were some complications and I can't anymore. [ complications being that he was dead and all. ]

Sorry you were sick. [ probably not the kind of sick he's thinking of but any sick sucks. ] Does it hurt when you do that?

An alien?

[Something like the Asgardians, maybe? That's the closest parallel she has.]

They're like another sense? They don't hurt but sometimes the feedback can.

Something like that, yeah.

[ closer to a destructive, evil megalomaniac but alien works too. ]

I didn't really have what I had for very long to really figure out what they were like. There and gone again. Probably for the best. I'd just end up sitting lazily on a couch and letting powers like that do everything for me. I'd forget how to walk eventually.

[She grins and picks up her fork, waiting for him to dig in. She tried to be sneaky with the tofu and there's not much in there...but there are definitely at least two small pieces of tofu mixed in on his plate.]

It is nice on a cold day. I don't need to get out of bed or my blankets for little things. [A beat.] I'm glad it didn't hurt you.

Edited 2019-01-03 21:00 (UTC)

[ he should be expecting some kind of trick but after the whole powers display and his own thoughts, he's distracted enough that he forgets and picks up his fork to take a few bites. it's...spicy. it's definitely spicy. he doesn't do anything stupid like fan his mouth but he has to chew slower. ]

It didn't.

[ much. ]

But, I'll content myself with being really good looking and a great shot instead of having anything cold.

[Hmmm, tastes fine to her. She didn't even add any extra spice just to be a pain.]

What do you think? Do you like it?

[ don't hate on peter's weak stomach. dehydrated food is really blank okay. ]

It's not good. Spicy like you said but not bad. You're a good cook.

[ you sneaky tofu person. ]

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