[Wanda lets the silence reign as they eat. The stew is hearty, filling her stomach and warming her from the inside as her mind continues to wander. There seems a depth of meaning in what goes unsaid, what's left only implied, and no doubt she'll mull over their encounters long after they've occurred.
She finishes her food after him, but not much longer, and by the time she rises to deal with her dishes he's finished with his.
Then, there's nothing left for her to do but throw herself into her work. There's a feast to host, and she has a great deal to do before people arrive. Taking James at his word that he's at her disposal, Wanda enlists him to help where she can delegate. She asks him to bring down the easiest stuff first. The disposable plates, utensils, and cups, the donated bottles of beverages, and most of the flowers she's gathered as well. She trusts him to see it all there safely as she continues her work in the kitchen.
There are more dishes to cook, some of which won't keep for long periods like the others. Sweet breads stuffed with berries and nuts. Oven-roasted vegetables. Chicken with herbs and lemon. And three pies ready to put in the oven once everything's underway.
It's five minutes till the start, and Wanda reaches up to wipe her hair out of her face with the back of her hand. She's done an incredible amount of work in a short period of time, and if nothing else it feels like an accomplishment her mother would be proud of. With nearly everything downstairs, she allows herself a moment to breathe before shedding her apron once more and heading downstairs.
There are more people there than she'd expected, a respectable showing, and it doesn't take long for her to see that some of the people who joined brought some dishes of their own, and drinks besides. Wanda reaches up to adjust the wreath of flowers on her head before moving to rejoin James.]
I owe you for your help.
[She would have been rushing around and exhausting herself if it weren't for his help. Perhaps she could have used her powers to bring everything downstairs but she doesn't like the idea of using her telekinesis so casually.]
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She finishes her food after him, but not much longer, and by the time she rises to deal with her dishes he's finished with his.
Then, there's nothing left for her to do but throw herself into her work. There's a feast to host, and she has a great deal to do before people arrive. Taking James at his word that he's at her disposal, Wanda enlists him to help where she can delegate. She asks him to bring down the easiest stuff first. The disposable plates, utensils, and cups, the donated bottles of beverages, and most of the flowers she's gathered as well. She trusts him to see it all there safely as she continues her work in the kitchen.
There are more dishes to cook, some of which won't keep for long periods like the others. Sweet breads stuffed with berries and nuts. Oven-roasted vegetables. Chicken with herbs and lemon. And three pies ready to put in the oven once everything's underway.
It's five minutes till the start, and Wanda reaches up to wipe her hair out of her face with the back of her hand. She's done an incredible amount of work in a short period of time, and if nothing else it feels like an accomplishment her mother would be proud of. With nearly everything downstairs, she allows herself a moment to breathe before shedding her apron once more and heading downstairs.
There are more people there than she'd expected, a respectable showing, and it doesn't take long for her to see that some of the people who joined brought some dishes of their own, and drinks besides. Wanda reaches up to adjust the wreath of flowers on her head before moving to rejoin James.]
I owe you for your help.
[She would have been rushing around and exhausting herself if it weren't for his help. Perhaps she could have used her powers to bring everything downstairs but she doesn't like the idea of using her telekinesis so casually.]