( 'no', she had said, and yet here she was—in the garden of her shop in the tertiary settlement, tossing some ingredients into a cauldron over the fire. proper witchy stuff, except it's smelling more like caramel and cinnamon than something otherwise mischievous. wanda even has a few glass bottles on the stone step of her shop, set aside for the concoction that she thinks ought to be something like coke.
and, maybe, unsurprisingly, with peter's speed, it won't be a wonder if he ends up here of all places, smelling caramel and thinking he's hungry enough for a snack or treat. )
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( without preamble, a message to distract peter's vision wherever he may be zooming by. )
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and, maybe, unsurprisingly, with peter's speed, it won't be a wonder if he ends up here of all places, smelling caramel and thinking he's hungry enough for a snack or treat. )
im crying
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very late at night
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