She rolled her eyes at the remark, but subtly smiled when he passed the bottle. She took a quick swig, her face scrunching up at the taste; it had been a month, she realized, she she'd actually had a drop of alcohol touch her tongue. While her time perception was certainly off, her body seemed to know the truth.
"I wouldn't call myself a 'wee' anything," she said. "I'm tall for a woman—not that I'd expect you to notice, Mr. Giant Man. I bet you think everyone puny and insignificant," she continued, nibbling on her cookie. It did taste a little salty, though it was admittedly better than she'd expected.
"Why are you awake, anyways? Feeling peckish this late?" she asked casually.
"I wouldn't call myself a 'wee' anything," she said. "I'm tall for a woman—not that I'd expect you to notice, Mr. Giant Man. I bet you think everyone puny and insignificant," she continued, nibbling on her cookie. It did taste a little salty, though it was admittedly better than she'd expected.
"Why are you awake, anyways? Feeling peckish this late?" she asked casually.
— MJ is MAGICAL —