[WHAT A GENTLEMAN! Practicality be damned. The pancakes are placed in the middle of the table, near the syrup and butter, so everyone can help themselves. She's totally making moon-eyes at Rumlow as she folds her legs up under her on the chair and takes up her mug of still-warm coffee to let Jefferson and Rumlow get their share first. It's polite, right? That's like... the polite thing to do? Look, she's not used to having house guests or being a hostess or any of this shit, she's just going off what she's seen on TV lately to supplement her memory loss.]
Pretty sure you did pass the fuck out, Dude. You were goooone. You made me look tipsy, which is ... impressive.
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Pretty sure you did pass the fuck out, Dude. You were goooone. You made me look tipsy, which is ... impressive.
[And also a little concerning?]