[seated as she is, it's comfortableβenough for her to criss-cross her legs, cup of tea warm on her hands as she rests them on her lap. it's on topic, eddie says, and though her expression eases, quite quickly it creases back into a frown.
he's asking what wanda knows he's asking without really saying it.]
I think one of the more impossible things is to answer a vague question.
[is what she says quickly, without thinking much of it, but knowing that his question requires a bit more thought. so, she mules over it, and takes a sip from her cup, leaving it near her lips for a moment.]
...it might depend on what you're trying to do. The Singularity keeps me from using my magic to its fullest extent. But the magic of this world complements a lot of what is missing.
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he's asking what wanda knows he's asking without really saying it.]
I think one of the more impossible things is to answer a vague question.
[is what she says quickly, without thinking much of it, but knowing that his question requires a bit more thought. so, she mules over it, and takes a sip from her cup, leaving it near her lips for a moment.]
...it might depend on what you're trying to do. The Singularity keeps me from using my magic to its fullest extent. But the magic of this world complements a lot of what is missing.
[soβ]
What is it that you're asking, exactly?