[There are no forthcoming apologies for the egg, even as she retaliates. Once Wanda moves away to give him more room, Pietro attempts to pay more attention to finishing breakfast, but glances over every few seconds to keep an eye on things, especially once the plates are out of the cupboard, and he's ready to rush over there and catch them should Wanda drop them. She doesn't even fumble, and when she looks so pleased about it, Pietro smiles back awkwardly like he's trying not to but can't help it.]
Don't get ahead of yourself. You got lucky. Tomorrow, you will be breaking dishes all over the floor.
[He waves her off, though he does like hearing her have some kind of ambition, even if it's simply to use her powers for domestic and mundane things. He's well aware it's the kind of life she wants, but he has a hard time considering it an actual possible future, despite having participated in some less-than-ideal form of it for years. His thoughts are just never there, as if their lives are still in some temporary flux and Pietro keeps waiting for something else. Turning off the stove, he takes little care with distributing his cooking to plates she'd set out - it leaves much to be desired, just an entire carton's worth of eggs, the yolks runny in places, fully cooked through in others, and liberally 'sprinkled' with far too much black pepper and turmeric. Wanda gets two of them slid onto her plate, looking sad and barren in comparison when Pietro piles the rest on top of the misshapen toast for himself.]
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[There are no forthcoming apologies for the egg, even as she retaliates. Once Wanda moves away to give him more room, Pietro attempts to pay more attention to finishing breakfast, but glances over every few seconds to keep an eye on things, especially once the plates are out of the cupboard, and he's ready to rush over there and catch them should Wanda drop them. She doesn't even fumble, and when she looks so pleased about it, Pietro smiles back awkwardly like he's trying not to but can't help it.]
Don't get ahead of yourself. You got lucky. Tomorrow, you will be breaking dishes all over the floor.
[He waves her off, though he does like hearing her have some kind of ambition, even if it's simply to use her powers for domestic and mundane things. He's well aware it's the kind of life she wants, but he has a hard time considering it an actual possible future, despite having participated in some less-than-ideal form of it for years. His thoughts are just never there, as if their lives are still in some temporary flux and Pietro keeps waiting for something else. Turning off the stove, he takes little care with distributing his cooking to plates she'd set out - it leaves much to be desired, just an entire carton's worth of eggs, the yolks runny in places, fully cooked through in others, and liberally 'sprinkled' with far too much black pepper and turmeric. Wanda gets two of them slid onto her plate, looking sad and barren in comparison when Pietro piles the rest on top of the misshapen toast for himself.]