[ Gamora's perfected the art of gathering meaning from context after so much time spent with Peter, so she at least gets the gist of what Richie means by "fast fry" enough that she doesn't have to ask.
She's instead preoccupied with scanning her surroundings, taking in the look of the apartment, the odds and ends that have made their home on shelves, before following Richie up to the bar. She doesn't sit, but she leans against the counter, still watching him intently.
(Much like a cat watches a bird; not because she views others as prey or as targets – usually – but it's instinct just to study the way they move, looking for the slightest hint of danger.
It's still hard to turn it off sometimes.) ]
Anything – but nothing too sweet.
[ Mostly because it doesn't matter as far as alcohol content. ]
https://i.imgur.com/F6NdOLK.jpg uhhhhh here
She's instead preoccupied with scanning her surroundings, taking in the look of the apartment, the odds and ends that have made their home on shelves, before following Richie up to the bar. She doesn't sit, but she leans against the counter, still watching him intently.
(Much like a cat watches a bird; not because she views others as prey or as targets – usually – but it's instinct just to study the way they move, looking for the slightest hint of danger.
It's still hard to turn it off sometimes.) ]
Anything – but nothing too sweet.
[ Mostly because it doesn't matter as far as alcohol content. ]
Surprise me.