[Natasha's smile, when it comes, holds a hint of wistful sadness, her gaze diverting for a moment at Pepper's open offer.] I do appreciate it, Pepper. More than I can say. I don't... discuss things easily with many people. There's a few exceptions but... Thank you. For offering it.
[She gives a soft laugh, staring down at the glass she held, her fingers tightening a bit.] Maybe if I can ever make enough sense of it to know where to start, I'll take you up on that.
[She wished she could now, what with her thoughts and emotions all jumbled up chaotically inside of her. She didn't make a habit of wanting what she couldn't have. Or mourning what could have been. And now she was caught between both. She hadn't been kidding when she'd said it was complicated.
Natasha smiles when Pepper pauses, then makes an excuse about dinner.] Whatever you're making is fine with me. I'm not picky, Pepper. Do whatever you like. I'm the guest here, after all.
[Pepper hesitates, debating for a moment whether or not she should add more. Just the idea that sometimes, there is no right place to start. But Natasha knows the offer is there, and in that moment looks so strangely sad, Pepper thinks better of it.]
Which means that as the host, I’m supposed to keep your likes and dislikes in mind. Or just as importantly, your potential food allergies. [With an allergy of her own, Pepper’s aware of the hassle that can be involved. She doesn’t want to accidentally send Natasha into anaphylactic shock.]
But if you’re fine with steak and vegetables, it shouldn’t be too much longer. Is medium a good temperature for you?
I'm fine with steak and vegetables. As far as I know, I don't have any food allergies. At least not that I've ever discovered. [She's glad for the change in topics, glancing back up at the other woman with a faint smile.] Medium is perfect.
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[She gives a soft laugh, staring down at the glass she held, her fingers tightening a bit.] Maybe if I can ever make enough sense of it to know where to start, I'll take you up on that.
[She wished she could now, what with her thoughts and emotions all jumbled up chaotically inside of her. She didn't make a habit of wanting what she couldn't have. Or mourning what could have been. And now she was caught between both. She hadn't been kidding when she'd said it was complicated.
Natasha smiles when Pepper pauses, then makes an excuse about dinner.] Whatever you're making is fine with me. I'm not picky, Pepper. Do whatever you like. I'm the guest here, after all.
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Which means that as the host, I’m supposed to keep your likes and dislikes in mind. Or just as importantly, your potential food allergies. [With an allergy of her own, Pepper’s aware of the hassle that can be involved. She doesn’t want to accidentally send Natasha into anaphylactic shock.]
But if you’re fine with steak and vegetables, it shouldn’t be too much longer. Is medium a good temperature for you?
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