[ she should take it as a compliment, before steve means it as one. making it in the kitchen versus making it by magic doesn't really feel all that different when it's been as long as it has since he's had...what feels like an actual meal.
listen, he's a child of the eighties, he doesn't really have a palette. but this right here is a godsend. the bump to his shoulder has steve's attention back once more, and then he's grinning, pushing back.
it's night and day, the difference he feels from when she first found him on this rock. all he can smell is the chicken, the sides, the vague underpinning of something that is only and wholly wanda. he feels a bit like he's relaxed for the first time in months, like himself. ]
You can? Rea- [ but then he stops, or rather he seems to only just then seems to have understood the other part of her comment there. it stills him, not in a bad way but rather his focus has shifted. ]
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listen, he's a child of the eighties, he doesn't really have a palette. but this right here is a godsend. the bump to his shoulder has steve's attention back once more, and then he's grinning, pushing back.
it's night and day, the difference he feels from when she first found him on this rock. all he can smell is the chicken, the sides, the vague underpinning of something that is only and wholly wanda. he feels a bit like he's relaxed for the first time in months, like himself. ]
You can? Rea- [ but then he stops, or rather he seems to only just then seems to have understood the other part of her comment there. it stills him, not in a bad way but rather his focus has shifted. ]
You're...moving?