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[lord_wizard]

Who: Starstruck crew and visitors
Broadcast: None
Action: The SS Trainwreck Starstruck
When: August

[It might be accurate to say that the crew of the Starstruck had spent the majority of the month prior avoiding each other, or people in general, but as we leave the hand holding planet perhaps the crew can get back to normal.

Whatever that means...]

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Care for a taste, bruhda?

[notmutantbutmiracle]

[Their mental link, while certainly having rekindled since Pietro's arrival, was not as strong in the fleet as it had been at home. Whether it was the Atroma's doing or some other form of interference, their link no longer served as an exact kind of pinpoint gps for each other. Instead, Wanda merely felt a warmth, a sensation that signaled her brother's presence nearby. However, she attributed that simply to the fact that they were now in the fleet together, and that it's growing strength was simply due to their being within close proximity of each other again.]

[That is all to say--yes, Pietro totally got the jump on her. She jumps when he grabs her, spinning about wildly to face her sneak-attacker. As she turns, the large stirring spoon she was holding, covered in sauce, flies out of her hand. The paprikash splattering her poor brother in the face. Luckily for him, she'd cut off the heat, allowing the sauce to cool to just slightly above room temperature.]

[When she sees who it is, she is startled, annoyed, and then completely overcome with a fit of laughter all in the span of a few seconds. She gets a good laugh at her brother's sauce covered face before handing him a table cloth to clean himself off with.]

And that, dear brother, is why you do not come up from behind and startle someone working in the kitchen.

[silvercast]

[ His sister being in his head is both comforting and somewhat new. Something's changed, though he isn't sure what; but a link is still a link, and some of it is better than none at all. He will take anything he's given.

It does bring him joy that he still has the ability to sneak up on her, even without his full speed capacity. Perhaps the only downside of not being fast enough is not being fast enough to avoid getting splattered in the face by warm paprikash. His hand comes up to stop the towel for the time being, running a finger along his splattered cheek and licking the wasted sauce. Pietro grins mischievously at her, cleaning off his face. ]

If I didn't know any better, dear sister, I would say you are out of practice.

[ He inspects a strand of his hair with a small tsk, using the towel to try and clean the sauce out. How inconvenient. ]

[notmutantbutmiracle]

[Wanda at first looks as though she's going to give a playfully snide response, but then something seems to make her stop. She looks sad for a second, but then does her best to mask it with a cocked eyebrow and a wry grin.]

Or perhaps I knew you were there the whole time and merely felt your hair could use a little [she flicks a glob of sauce off, just over his ear.] color.

[silvercast]

[ He doesn't miss the small flicker of emotion on her face, but is having a hard time connecting to it like he should. Seeing an emotion and feeling one from his sister are two different things. Perhaps it's the augment interfering with their connection..

He plays it off with a smirk, instead. ]

Oh did you, now? So your reaction was only for my benefit?

[notmutantbutmiracle]

[She can tell that he knows, and that fact makes her want to just open up and tell him everything. But this... this happiness of being with him again, like no time has passed and nothing has changed, it is too nice of a feeling. She does not want to jeopardize it. Not yet. She's not ready.]

Of course. How else can I expect you to learn that you should leave your sister be when she is fixing a surprise meal?

[silvercast]

You expect me not to meddle when I can smell paprikash through the hall? Surprise or no, that is nonsense.

[ Even when he was younger and their mother used to make it, Pietro would wheedle his way into the kitchen while she was cooking. Especially just to sneak a taste. ]

[notmutantbutmiracle]

Yes, through the hall AND the vacuum of space. Your sense of smell is unmatched.

[silvercast]

I am quite talented. I'm so glad you've noticed.

[ He gently tweaks her nose. Still the annoying big brother. ]

[notmutantbutmiracle]

[Wanda lets out a soft snort and a giggle. Ever the playful egotist, her brother. She then turns back around to start spooning out portions into various containers she'd pulled out.]

Remind me, how many are on your ship?

[silvercast]

There are six more.

[ Once he's wiped all the sauce out of his hair, he leans on the counter, supported by his elbows. ]

What is the occasion?

[notmutantbutmiracle]

Six.

[Wanda repeats the number, counting out the necessary number of containers--now each filled with a prepared meal of paprikash chicken over rice. She sets them on the counter to the side. Before turning back around to address her brother.]

Does a sister need an occasion to treat her brother and his friends to a meal?