On the first floor of the café, a small pot over the fire bubbled with rich vegetable soup. The tomatoes had melted away, their sweet-and-sour fragrance soaking into the fibers of the other vegetables. Shang-Chi brought out a plate of fried noodles, Riley was still heating his half-finished pizza, and Wanda had already sat down at the table, ready to eat.
"Sorry, I'm not much of a cook." Miss Witch shrugged, then felt a pair of hands reach around her neck to tie on her napkin.
"Thank you, Jarvis."
"No need to apologize, miss. Everyone has lived through different circumstances. I'm afraid you simply did not have much spare time to study cooking, did you?" Jarvis said with a smile.
Wanda rested her face on one hand against the table and said, "Yes. In the childhood I remember, I was either moving house or on the way to move house. There were rarely peaceful times. Meals made from fresh ingredients instead of convenience food? That was a real luxury."
"As unbelievable as it sounds, I can't help bringing this up. I've always felt that Erik kept Pietro and me by his side partly because he wanted to make up for something, even though it made all of us miserable."
Once they had set out the dishes, Shang-Chi's gentle voice sounded in Wanda's mind. "Have you never tried talking to him?"
Wanda startled and shuddered, then regained her composure. "I'm really not used to that ability of yours. I keep thinking Professor X has shown up."
Shang-Chi shrugged and spoke in everyone's minds. "But unfortunately, I can't read minds. I can only transmit my voice. Haven't all of you gained special abilities too?"
"I still don't know whether this is good or bad." Riley walked to the innermost seat at the