You say that now, but you’re gonna seriously regret it once I start hiding all your stuff.
[ Once she pulls the fruit away from the flame, he watches her warily, casting the fruit another skeptical look. When she bites into it, he tenses, waiting for her to spit it out in disgust or to, like, puke, or to keel over. Something. But instead, she looks pleasantly surprised as she chews, and Peter arches an eyebrow at her.
The appraisal only slightly reassures him, and he leaves his piece of fruit over the fire for a few more moments – he’s pretty sure he’s left it cooking about as long as Gamora has, by now – and he pulls it back, waiting for it to cool. ]
So supposing I don’t die from this, what’s the plan for tomorrow?
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[ Once she pulls the fruit away from the flame, he watches her warily, casting the fruit another skeptical look. When she bites into it, he tenses, waiting for her to spit it out in disgust or to, like, puke, or to keel over. Something. But instead, she looks pleasantly surprised as she chews, and Peter arches an eyebrow at her.
The appraisal only slightly reassures him, and he leaves his piece of fruit over the fire for a few more moments – he’s pretty sure he’s left it cooking about as long as Gamora has, by now – and he pulls it back, waiting for it to cool. ]
So supposing I don’t die from this, what’s the plan for tomorrow?