[Wanda's gaze follows Steve's beyond the truck to the foliage outside. To the stirring. She can't sense anything, however. Not a creature she has no connection to. Wetting her lips with the tip of her tongue, she looks back to Steve.]
We all will, I expect.
[It will soothe her, not just to have a hot meal but one so familiar to her. One that will taste like home when home no longer exists.]
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We all will, I expect.
[It will soothe her, not just to have a hot meal but one so familiar to her. One that will taste like home when home no longer exists.]