[ He repeats it back in a doofy sort of voice. The sort that says, "Oooh, I'm Gamora, and I don't like sweets, oooh."
Peter pauses at the slight movement, very, very carefully keeping his eyes fixed on where he's brushing away the powdered sugar. That felt loaded, he thinks. That felt meaningful. Or maybe it wasn't anything, and she just happened to tilt her head. Or maybe it was something, and Peter should strike while the iron's hot?
Or maybe now's not the time, he thinks, but he definitely catalogues this moment away to agonize over later.
He wipes away most of the smear of powdered sugar, and as much as he wants to let his hand linger, he doesn't. He lets his hand fall, tugging the little funnel cake tray toward himself. ]
Try the popcorn, at least. [ And he points to the bag. ] It's the Terran snack of champions.
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[ He repeats it back in a doofy sort of voice. The sort that says, "Oooh, I'm Gamora, and I don't like sweets, oooh."
Peter pauses at the slight movement, very, very carefully keeping his eyes fixed on where he's brushing away the powdered sugar. That felt loaded, he thinks. That felt meaningful. Or maybe it wasn't anything, and she just happened to tilt her head. Or maybe it was something, and Peter should strike while the iron's hot?
Or maybe now's not the time, he thinks, but he definitely catalogues this moment away to agonize over later.
He wipes away most of the smear of powdered sugar, and as much as he wants to let his hand linger, he doesn't. He lets his hand fall, tugging the little funnel cake tray toward himself. ]
Try the popcorn, at least. [ And he points to the bag. ] It's the Terran snack of champions.