"Can you leave behind at least one?" Stephen asks, his gaze riveted on the glowing water rather than her. "I love crab legs." Once she looks over at him, she'll be able to see a mischievous twinkle in his eye, a half-smile in the corner of his mouth. "Kidding," he adds.
His crooked, articulate fingers (once shattered, now still shaky, but capable of more than he ever expected) twitch in mid-air, sketching out the borders of the spell, continuing to pin it all safely in place for Wanda while she works. The pair of them operating in tandem, rather than one of them having to fix it alone.
He could, of course, clean it up himself. Probably. But it's no way to learn. Teach a man to fish, etc. Teach a woman how to send away all her fish. The best way of learning is by doing. Doctor Strange can be a frustrating teacher — pompous, easily-annoyed, a little too convinced of his own self-importance — but he can, at times, be a good one, too. He'd rather let her flex her muscles and get the practice.
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His crooked, articulate fingers (once shattered, now still shaky, but capable of more than he ever expected) twitch in mid-air, sketching out the borders of the spell, continuing to pin it all safely in place for Wanda while she works. The pair of them operating in tandem, rather than one of them having to fix it alone.
He could, of course, clean it up himself. Probably. But it's no way to learn. Teach a man to fish, etc. Teach a woman how to send away all her fish. The best way of learning is by doing. Doctor Strange can be a frustrating teacher — pompous, easily-annoyed, a little too convinced of his own self-importance — but he can, at times, be a good one, too. He'd rather let her flex her muscles and get the practice.