"Huh." Matt said it in mild curiosity. He'd never heard much about a witch, but then again, he absolutely never cared to keep up with the Avengers. "You know, I wondered a few times if what I could do was magic. I know now it isn't, but when you're a kid..." At first he'd seen it as a curse. Then when Stick arrived, it was a weapon. In between that and becoming an adult, he'd had some years to be fanciful at moments. "I know, Catholics, we don't believe in magic. Or more precisely, we shouldn't confuse religious miracles for them." A distinction he'd talked to Lantom a lot about, as the world came to have so many unimaginable things. "At the end of the day, my gifts felt religious rather than magical, but you know... there was a moment where I thought I might be a wizard."
Ruffling Lucky's head, Matt shook his and protested, "I meant that it was chaste and pure because there wasn't any dog spit to taste! Stop making this ugly, Kate. Lucky's my buddy." Lucky wagged his tail as he chewed on his toy, just happy to be included.
So much his buddy that it was fine to move the pizza rolls with a hand that had touched the dog, right? It wasn't like a regular mouth could taste that. Matt moved each piece apart so that they would bake evenly.
"Oh, I cooked from the time I was a kid." Matt smiled at the memory, moving the tray over a little to show he was done. "My dad was a single parent, you know? He worked a lot with training and fights. He had the neighbor look in on me but I was left alone a lot, and I felt bad that he'd come home so late without anything to eat. So I started making things. Just sandwiches at first, or mac 'n cheese. Pizza rolls. But I found I liked it. We couldn't afford much so it wasn't elaborate, but he'd buy things for me to try and make. And then every so often he'd just take me out for dinner at midnight.
That night at Columbia I made flatbread pizza and Caesar salad, but it all started with bologna and cheese sandwiches waiting for my dad. And me asleep at the kitchen table just waiting to hear about his fight."
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Date: 2025-05-28 10:31 pm (UTC)Ruffling Lucky's head, Matt shook his and protested, "I meant that it was chaste and pure because there wasn't any dog spit to taste! Stop making this ugly, Kate. Lucky's my buddy." Lucky wagged his tail as he chewed on his toy, just happy to be included.
So much his buddy that it was fine to move the pizza rolls with a hand that had touched the dog, right? It wasn't like a regular mouth could taste that. Matt moved each piece apart so that they would bake evenly.
"Oh, I cooked from the time I was a kid." Matt smiled at the memory, moving the tray over a little to show he was done. "My dad was a single parent, you know? He worked a lot with training and fights. He had the neighbor look in on me but I was left alone a lot, and I felt bad that he'd come home so late without anything to eat. So I started making things. Just sandwiches at first, or mac 'n cheese. Pizza rolls. But I found I liked it. We couldn't afford much so it wasn't elaborate, but he'd buy things for me to try and make. And then every so often he'd just take me out for dinner at midnight.
That night at Columbia I made flatbread pizza and Caesar salad, but it all started with bologna and cheese sandwiches waiting for my dad. And me asleep at the kitchen table just waiting to hear about his fight."