But it's your birthday. [She says it with all the stubbornness of someone who didn't always have the opportunity to celebrate her own, back when she'd still wanted to.] Why wouldn't I want an excuse to spoil you?
[Wanda leans up to kiss his cheek, chaste and sweet, before reluctantly pulling away. Her fingers slide down his arms, lingering as long as she can.]
Come sit down. I'll pour the champagne.
[Wanda rarely drinks, too frightened of anything that might loosen her control over her powers. But Stephen is here, there's no one else to worry about shutting out of her mind, and it's a special occasion. She can afford to live a little.
Dinner turns out to be balsamic glazed salmon, parmesan mashed potatoes, and a side salad. Nothing garlicky - Wanda's assuming they're likely going to continue their 'celebrations' upstairs and garlic breath really isn't the best for that.]
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[Wanda leans up to kiss his cheek, chaste and sweet, before reluctantly pulling away. Her fingers slide down his arms, lingering as long as she can.]
Come sit down. I'll pour the champagne.
[Wanda rarely drinks, too frightened of anything that might loosen her control over her powers. But Stephen is here, there's no one else to worry about shutting out of her mind, and it's a special occasion. She can afford to live a little.
Dinner turns out to be balsamic glazed salmon, parmesan mashed potatoes, and a side salad. Nothing garlicky - Wanda's assuming they're likely going to continue their 'celebrations' upstairs and garlic breath really isn't the best for that.]