wanda grabs at the water bottle that he holds on, considering it'll be enough for their tea purposes. she wishes she had an actual tea pot, but it's not something she's yet managed to find. she purses her lips, twisting open the lid of the bottle, and filling up the electric kettle, turning it on and waiting for it to boil, leaving the empty bottle by the sink. )
I don't know that I'll ever go to either Marc Spector or Mr Knight for anything.
( right now, this? this is just tea.
what a strange man. but maybe it's that weirdness that wanda feels familiar and comfortable with, because she herself sticks out like a sore thumb wherever she goes. now— maybe this is what it's like to be in a sea of similar-like people. even if marc is definitely a lot stranger than her, that she won't fight him about, nor will she admit to.
rather, the surprise he shows at the treats she has brought is enough to dissuade her from wanting to 'argue' with him about these things, focusing instead on what's simple. )
—no, we decided to use orange marmalade this time. It's pretty nice.
( jelly, she will have to keep that in mind for later. she knows what he means: strawberries, plums, cherries, rhubarb... those would have been ideal, but there is so much they can get here. )
We had these a lot for Hannukkah. ( wanda doesn't seem to realize she is saying 'we', referring to her brother, still. ) We — stopped celebrating it, without our parents, but... It isn't an uncommon treat where I'm from.
( she grabs at the container, holds it out for him. )
I was going to have you wait until the tea was ready, but you can — try one. Please do.
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wanda grabs at the water bottle that he holds on, considering it'll be enough for their tea purposes. she wishes she had an actual tea pot, but it's not something she's yet managed to find. she purses her lips, twisting open the lid of the bottle, and filling up the electric kettle, turning it on and waiting for it to boil, leaving the empty bottle by the sink. )
I don't know that I'll ever go to either Marc Spector or Mr Knight for anything.
( right now, this? this is just tea.
what a strange man. but maybe it's that weirdness that wanda feels familiar and comfortable with, because she herself sticks out like a sore thumb wherever she goes. now— maybe this is what it's like to be in a sea of similar-like people. even if marc is definitely a lot stranger than her, that she won't fight him about, nor will she admit to.
rather, the surprise he shows at the treats she has brought is enough to dissuade her from wanting to 'argue' with him about these things, focusing instead on what's simple. )
—no, we decided to use orange marmalade this time. It's pretty nice.
( jelly, she will have to keep that in mind for later. she knows what he means: strawberries, plums, cherries, rhubarb... those would have been ideal, but there is so much they can get here. )
We had these a lot for Hannukkah. ( wanda doesn't seem to realize she is saying 'we', referring to her brother, still. ) We — stopped celebrating it, without our parents, but... It isn't an uncommon treat where I'm from.
( she grabs at the container, holds it out for him. )
I was going to have you wait until the tea was ready, but you can — try one. Please do.