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[If she even remotely knew how to be careful, they would never have gotten as close as they are now.]

Sounds absolutely perfect.

Come on. I'll show you what passes for our kitchen. Try not to sound too horrified at once when you see it, though. Remember who I live with....

Oh, don't worry. You should see the state of my kitchen back home. The dude I lived with wasn't exactly a paragon of cleanliness.

[Oh, like you're much better, Wade.]

You'd have to invite me over first.

[Point of clarification. Among...other complications.]

If we ever happen to get a crossover, chickie-babe, yours'll be the first number I call. After Batman, of course.

[Hey Wade you know how Wolverine won't take any of your shit? Batman's probably worse.]

But yeah, lead me to where the magic happens. Figuratively speaking, of course.

Wow. I see how it is. Not even here, and I'm still getting overshadowed...

[See that pout? That one, right there? That's all your doing, Wade, because she is clearly the most offended and not actually grinning as she turned to head towards the part of the common area with the stoves and pots. Some of which looked far more used than others.]

Well...figuratively and a bit literally, I guess.

Boiling water the old fashioned way tends to take too long.

Hey, don't take it so hard. Batman overshadows everybody. He's practically got storm clouds over his head around the clock.

[He chuckles, though, at her admittance of using her magic.] So first you're an accomplished wine-maker, now you're a talented water-boiler... remind me again why I haven't invited you to live at my place, Zee.

Because you'd have to go through two Superboys before stealing me away.

No offense, but I don't think that's a fight you could win.

Hey, you never know. I could toss 'em a few Penthouses to distract 'em and then make off with the goods. Never underestimate a pubescent teenager's ability to be distracted.

[He begins to stack the pots he'll need on the counter.]

No, but this looks good. I can use these. Anything in particular you'd like me to make, or should I just wing it?

[...that...might actually work on Kon. Conner was debatable.]

Surprise me.

[He groans at that, clenching his hands into fists-- the very image of frustration.]

Why do girls always say that? Now the pressure's on and stuff. Can I get an idea of what you like, at least? I know you're vegetarian, but that doesn't really give me a lot to work with. C'mon, help a guy out, would ya?

[So dramatic, Wade.]

Alright, fine.

I like Mexican and Italian. In that order. Does that help any?

[You love his dramatics Zee don't lie. Thankfully, the mention of Mexican and Italian food distracts him from any further histrionics, and he gives her his biggest, brightest smile yet.]

So a burrito lasagna, then?

[Well, yes. Not that she would say as much aloud. Yet.]

Burrito Lasagna it is.

Extra Spicy, if you think you can handle it.

[Oh, Zee. Oh, honey. Challenges like that should never be taken lightly. Wade's eyes virtually flash with mischief; with delight.]

You're about to see just what I can handle, little missy. Let's break out the chili powder and see if we can't melt our faces off.

[So saying, he rushes to gather the ingredients, humming a little tune to himself as he does so.]

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