[Clever little shit. He had a spoon the whole time, didn't he? A spoon that he surely would have lent her if only she'd asked (but of course, she didn't know one would be necessary).]
You're impossible. [But despite her words, the fondness in her voice is unmistakable. The extra spoon floats back to the counter to be put away later while she continues her search for chocolate.
Wanda has to admit, it's a very well-stocked kitchen and shows the same forethought their hosts had put into her wardrobe - she almost missed the chocolate completely. Much of the food looks familiar, but there are plenty of ingredients she can't quite place at first glance. Things to play with later, then.]
I have some ideas after the feast. You should tell me now if there are foods you hate so I don't make them.
[She takes one of the copper pots hanging over the fireplace and starts breaking off pieces of the chocolate into it. As if sensing her intention, the hearth sparks to life in brilliant golden flames.]
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You're impossible. [But despite her words, the fondness in her voice is unmistakable. The extra spoon floats back to the counter to be put away later while she continues her search for chocolate.
Wanda has to admit, it's a very well-stocked kitchen and shows the same forethought their hosts had put into her wardrobe - she almost missed the chocolate completely. Much of the food looks familiar, but there are plenty of ingredients she can't quite place at first glance. Things to play with later, then.]
I have some ideas after the feast. You should tell me now if there are foods you hate so I don't make them.
[She takes one of the copper pots hanging over the fireplace and starts breaking off pieces of the chocolate into it. As if sensing her intention, the hearth sparks to life in brilliant golden flames.]
Do you want some?