[what he says—it clears up some of wanda's doubts. this man is very much someone who has a knack for adventure—either because he likes it so or because it is forced upon him. words like 'rations' remind her of when steve would reminisce about his expeditions across europe with his platoon, usually cut short by some smart ass comment from natasha about the russian wilderness and eating reindeer.
she turns back to him with the tray in her hands, looking over at the golden brown marshmallow.]
Hm. I would say it is done. Different people like cooking it for different lengths of time.
[nodding, she takes a seat next to him again, the tray on her lap. she assembles everything—the two crackers and the chocolate bar on one of them, before offering it to thancred.]
Now, if you put — the marshmallow, like a sandwich— okay. [there's that awkward back-and-forth of two people who have never worked together trying to coordinate, but wanda manages to sandwich the marshmallow between the two crackers, holding it together between her fingers.] Now you remove it.
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she turns back to him with the tray in her hands, looking over at the golden brown marshmallow.]
Hm. I would say it is done. Different people like cooking it for different lengths of time.
[nodding, she takes a seat next to him again, the tray on her lap. she assembles everything—the two crackers and the chocolate bar on one of them, before offering it to thancred.]
Now, if you put — the marshmallow, like a sandwich— okay. [there's that awkward back-and-forth of two people who have never worked together trying to coordinate, but wanda manages to sandwich the marshmallow between the two crackers, holding it together between her fingers.] Now you remove it.
And you've got yourself a s'more.