It's fine. Once you've been stabbed clean through the chest and nearly torn in half most other things are easy to endure.
[She sniffs and then watches Pepper cook in silence for a few minutes before a particularly violent sneezing fit overtakes her and she has to cover her mouth to avoid sneezing in Dum-E's clawface. Once she emerges, groaning softly as she tries to recall where she is and what her name is, she finds herself a bit more agreeable to Pepper's suggestion. At least she has the decency to drag herself out of her seat and go wash her hands in the sink.]
On second thought, what's the point of continuing misery if you don't have to. I'm not into the whole masochism thing. Or at least... not like this. Maybe if it involved spanking.
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[She sniffs and then watches Pepper cook in silence for a few minutes before a particularly violent sneezing fit overtakes her and she has to cover her mouth to avoid sneezing in Dum-E's clawface. Once she emerges, groaning softly as she tries to recall where she is and what her name is, she finds herself a bit more agreeable to Pepper's suggestion. At least she has the decency to drag herself out of her seat and go wash her hands in the sink.]
On second thought, what's the point of continuing misery if you don't have to. I'm not into the whole masochism thing. Or at least... not like this. Maybe if it involved spanking.