[Pietro scoffs and makes an annoyed low noise like being asked to move is such a chore, when he can barely stay still for five minutes at the best of times. He sits up with a sigh and slides closer along the couch, shoving at Wanda's bent knee as she sits cross-legged, like he's personally offended by its existence now pressed against his thigh.]
Alright. Get on with it. Jam stains, you know.
[Nevermind the fact if the mystery jam did exist, they'd only be rubbing it in and making it worse.]
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Alright. Get on with it. Jam stains, you know.
[Nevermind the fact if the mystery jam did exist, they'd only be rubbing it in and making it worse.]