[ Okay, so the levitating coffee thing is a little unsettling, but it's also really goddamn convenient. For a long moment, those two impulses war with each other something terrible before he reaches out to take it, deciding that hand-delivered caffeine will always be fine, no matter what form it takes.
It's also abundantly clear who's responsible, which is why he shoots Wanda a sideways glance as he takes a (life-restoring) sip from the mug. ]
You win the day's medal of honor.
[ Except, when he turns back to his scattered notes, he pulls up short. And stares, vexed. Where the fuck did he put his pen? ]
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It's also abundantly clear who's responsible, which is why he shoots Wanda a sideways glance as he takes a (life-restoring) sip from the mug. ]
You win the day's medal of honor.
[ Except, when he turns back to his scattered notes, he pulls up short. And stares, vexed. Where the fuck did he put his pen? ]