[One of these days, her and Peter will educate him and Spock and all the best memes and vines. For now, she's content knowing he's adequately roasted, even if he doesn't understand.
She nods at his request. While she knows her way around the house and where most of the snack spots are, she's lost on the cooking supplies. Thankfully, Jim points out the right cabinet for her to go for. She raises an eyebrow at the liquor hidden away next to the cocoa powder, of all things, but she removes the container and closes the door behind her.
She'd be lying if she said she didn't eye the liquor before she closed the cabinet door. She's never even really drank before, if you didn't count the sips of beer her dad had her try, just to make her repulsed by it. It worked, because she never had any desire to try it. But damn if all the bad feelings lately didn't make her wonder if alcohol would help. Wasn't that a thing, drinking until you were numb? Then again, with her metabolism, there was no telling how much it would take for it to even do anything to her.
So hot chocolate, it was. She knows what to do from here. She grabs the milk from the fridge, fishes around for the sugar and salt, and mixes it all into a pot she finds and puts on the stove. Even if he didn't exactly ask for her to do it all, she's just restless and wants to do something. She needed to fill the awkward silence with action.]
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She nods at his request. While she knows her way around the house and where most of the snack spots are, she's lost on the cooking supplies. Thankfully, Jim points out the right cabinet for her to go for. She raises an eyebrow at the liquor hidden away next to the cocoa powder, of all things, but she removes the container and closes the door behind her.
She'd be lying if she said she didn't eye the liquor before she closed the cabinet door. She's never even really drank before, if you didn't count the sips of beer her dad had her try, just to make her repulsed by it. It worked, because she never had any desire to try it. But damn if all the bad feelings lately didn't make her wonder if alcohol would help. Wasn't that a thing, drinking until you were numb? Then again, with her metabolism, there was no telling how much it would take for it to even do anything to her.
So hot chocolate, it was. She knows what to do from here. She grabs the milk from the fridge, fishes around for the sugar and salt, and mixes it all into a pot she finds and puts on the stove. Even if he didn't exactly ask for her to do it all, she's just restless and wants to do something. She needed to fill the awkward silence with action.]