[Pietro waves her efforts off as unnecessary, hesitating just a split second before blowing out the candle. It could extinguish as expected, or blow up the kitchen, her unpredictable weird magic could have any imaginable outcome. When nothing happens but a small black trail of smoke rising from the wick, he looks back at Wanda.]
It's not what you give me that's special.
[He looks uncomfortable after saying something so sappy, and digs into the cupcake frosting to distract from it, taking a large glob of it to suck off his finger like a child.]
It's good. Think what a disaster it would have been if you'd made it yourself.
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[Pietro waves her efforts off as unnecessary, hesitating just a split second before blowing out the candle. It could extinguish as expected, or blow up the kitchen, her unpredictable weird magic could have any imaginable outcome. When nothing happens but a small black trail of smoke rising from the wick, he looks back at Wanda.]
It's not what you give me that's special.
[He looks uncomfortable after saying something so sappy, and digs into the cupcake frosting to distract from it, taking a large glob of it to suck off his finger like a child.]
It's good. Think what a disaster it would have been if you'd made it yourself.