[There's a generous amount of humor in her voice.] Yes. It's time for Zora to eat.
[All her power, and a tiny little cat can force her to get out of bed before she's ready. Wanda lets Zora go, and she happily jumps off the bed to start nuzzling Vision's legs. He's standing first; maybe he will go and feed her.
It only takes extracting herself from the covers for Wanda to start missing Vision's warmth and she grabs a red wrap for warmth before (carefully! Zora is very underfoot) making her way to the kitchen.
And this time she hangs back enough to make sure the bedroom door is closed.]
One day, when you know what you like, I will cook for you. But today I want you to be able to choose.
[Wanda knows she's not making a lot of sense now, but maybe, as she walks past the kitchen and directly to the table, some of the pieces will begin to fall into place. She leans against the table, both palms flat against it, and says something in another language that makes the embroidered sigils flare with scarlet power.
And suddenly plates of food begin to appear.
There are all the traditional breakfast offerings: eggs and sausages, golden-brown pancakes and waffles, Danish pastries in a variety of flavors, cinnamon rolls, the tiniest plate of bacon, and a bowl of fruit. Wanda's guidance has also added some more exotic dishes: sweet cheese blintzes drenched in strawberry sauce, some sort of strange whipped fruit concoction from the tables of the fae, and, of course, burek and yogurt.
One cup of coffee prepared exactly the way Wanda likes it has also appeared, along with the necessary supplies for Vision to experiment with his own and two cups of tea.
It's far more than they could possibly eat together, but since Thor could easily eat everything in Wanda's pantry over the course of a few meals, it's completely invaluable. And it saves her from being at the mercy of trade and harvest. Someone must care for her to have gifted her with such a wonderful item - Wanda's power feeds it, but it isn't her magic.
...and she has definitely overexerted herself summoning far more food than she normally would. It's subtle in the way her fingers clutch at the tablecloth or how heavily she'd been leaning on the table to start with. Wanda's first step is a little wobbly but she hopes Vision won't notice.
All of his firsts have been tainted. She wants his first meal to be perfect and a few moments of discomfort are a small price to pay if she can just see him smile again.]
Try anything you like. I just need a minute to feed Zora.
[Sorry Zora, you're very cute, but (also cute) guests first.]
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[All her power, and a tiny little cat can force her to get out of bed before she's ready. Wanda lets Zora go, and she happily jumps off the bed to start nuzzling Vision's legs. He's standing first; maybe he will go and feed her.
It only takes extracting herself from the covers for Wanda to start missing Vision's warmth and she grabs a red wrap for warmth before (carefully! Zora is very underfoot) making her way to the kitchen.
And this time she hangs back enough to make sure the bedroom door is closed.]
One day, when you know what you like, I will cook for you. But today I want you to be able to choose.
[Wanda knows she's not making a lot of sense now, but maybe, as she walks past the kitchen and directly to the table, some of the pieces will begin to fall into place. She leans against the table, both palms flat against it, and says something in another language that makes the embroidered sigils flare with scarlet power.
And suddenly plates of food begin to appear.
There are all the traditional breakfast offerings: eggs and sausages, golden-brown pancakes and waffles, Danish pastries in a variety of flavors, cinnamon rolls, the tiniest plate of bacon, and a bowl of fruit. Wanda's guidance has also added some more exotic dishes: sweet cheese blintzes drenched in strawberry sauce, some sort of strange whipped fruit concoction from the tables of the fae, and, of course, burek and yogurt.
One cup of coffee prepared exactly the way Wanda likes it has also appeared, along with the necessary supplies for Vision to experiment with his own and two cups of tea.
It's far more than they could possibly eat together, but since Thor could easily eat everything in Wanda's pantry over the course of a few meals, it's completely invaluable. And it saves her from being at the mercy of trade and harvest. Someone must care for her to have gifted her with such a wonderful item - Wanda's power feeds it, but it isn't her magic.
...and she has definitely overexerted herself summoning far more food than she normally would. It's subtle in the way her fingers clutch at the tablecloth or how heavily she'd been leaning on the table to start with. Wanda's first step is a little wobbly but she hopes Vision won't notice.
All of his firsts have been tainted. She wants his first meal to be perfect and a few moments of discomfort are a small price to pay if she can just see him smile again.]
Try anything you like. I just need a minute to feed Zora.
[Sorry Zora, you're very cute, but (also cute) guests first.]