[wanda waits for peter to come into the horizon, watches as he ventures in towards her with a smile that slowly wanes as he puts the pieces together—her words, the cupcake in front of her, the reason she sits here requesting his presence.
with a soft draw of her breath, wanda stares to the side of the table, and there materializes nineteen candles.
she puts one down right in the center of the cupcake and, picking up another, she raises her hand to offer it to peter. can they fit nineteen candles in a cupcake?]
I think the circumference of the cupcake should... [she nods lightly, as if doing the maths in her head before settling] fit nineteen candles.
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with a soft draw of her breath, wanda stares to the side of the table, and there materializes nineteen candles.
she puts one down right in the center of the cupcake and, picking up another, she raises her hand to offer it to peter. can they fit nineteen candles in a cupcake?]
I think the circumference of the cupcake should... [she nods lightly, as if doing the maths in her head before settling] fit nineteen candles.
Do you want to try?