[ She scrunches up her nose and makes a face at him as he claims her plate. Grateful that she doesn't have to steal it from right out beneath his nose, she tugs it closer to her in case he has any ideas. He has long arms and he's quick, but she thinks she can defeat him when needed. ]
I eat.
[ Not as much as him, granted. His stomach is a bottomless pit, something she thinks the sceptre had taken into account before he had become faster than a bullet.
She picks up her knife and fork and slices into her egg to make the yolk spill. Tearing into her toast, she dips it and smiles happily. ]
I could eat you beneath the table, but I don't to spare your feelings. I'm quite nice.
[ She considers closing her legs, but Wanda parts them and extends her leg to try and touch his other one. If she responds, he'll win this game—and Wanda doesn't want him to win this particular one. ]
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I eat.
[ Not as much as him, granted. His stomach is a bottomless pit, something she thinks the sceptre had taken into account before he had become faster than a bullet.
She picks up her knife and fork and slices into her egg to make the yolk spill. Tearing into her toast, she dips it and smiles happily. ]
I could eat you beneath the table, but I don't to spare your feelings. I'm quite nice.
[ She considers closing her legs, but Wanda parts them and extends her leg to try and touch his other one. If she responds, he'll win this game—and Wanda doesn't want him to win this particular one. ]