She caught the bottle left-handed, then flicked it spinning into the air to catch in her other hand. If it hadn't been a screw top she might have opened it by sticking her thumb to it, since apparently they were doing that. Maybe she should have figured, but she was still working out what kind of Tony Stark he was. Probably it was somewhat futile; he was probably several at once, the way people were.
As it was, she just opened it, using it as a pause to consider how to answer the existence in Darrow of a Peter Parker. "I heard," she said. Miles had run into him first day, had let her know. She was, frankly, still considering. "So he's the Pete from your oh my god I am going to eat all of those."
This may have seemed a frivolous detour off the subject of Peter Parker, but frankly if she had to deal with that particular existential crisis she deserved to have tiny adorable cakes.
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Date: 2016-07-31 12:29 am (UTC)As it was, she just opened it, using it as a pause to consider how to answer the existence in Darrow of a Peter Parker. "I heard," she said. Miles had run into him first day, had let her know. She was, frankly, still considering. "So he's the Pete from your oh my god I am going to eat all of those."
This may have seemed a frivolous detour off the subject of Peter Parker, but frankly if she had to deal with that particular existential crisis she deserved to have tiny adorable cakes.