[It pleases her to see him drink it, pleases her more to discover he likes it. There's something comforting, something that warms the soul in a cup of hot chocolate. The marshmallows only add to it.
Taking a sip of her own, she gives him a small smile, heading out of the kitchen.]
It still counts under cooking, I think. [Expecting he'll follow her, Wanda silently pads to the stairs and leads Dick up to her bedroom. In her hand, she carries the bag of marshmallows for bargaining with the mice.]
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Taking a sip of her own, she gives him a small smile, heading out of the kitchen.]
It still counts under cooking, I think. [Expecting he'll follow her, Wanda silently pads to the stairs and leads Dick up to her bedroom. In her hand, she carries the bag of marshmallows for bargaining with the mice.]