“I might have blown up too many balloons for the party…” ( from mark ! )
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He definitely blew up too many; Eve debated offering to change some of the balloons into other decor but she did not want to overstep him. Trying not to overstep has been a challenge she discovered quite early on when it came with how versatile her powers truly can be. It was difficult for her to read more mundane situations and decide if those ever called for her power's assistance. "We can...spread them around the house a bit?" That could work, or they could stuff half of these in a random closet.
"What time did you say your mom would be home?" She asked as she began to grab a few and awkwardly carrying them from one side of the room to another. Eve was sure she could get this all done in a matter of seconds...but where was the charm in that? Sometimes it felt stale and manufactured to do everything with her powers, especially for something as personal as this. Eve did a glance around to see if they did forget anything, that is when her powers were convenient; last minute 'shopping'. "You're confident your mom has no clue about this?"
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“You did, barely.” She pointed out before adding. “If you had me with you, you probably would look less fucked up right now.” Despite what he told her, she fully understood where he was coming from. That heavy moral weight of knowing you saved lives, but at the same time many were still lost. “Was it that bad of a fight you thought I couldn’t handle it with you?” It was somewhat a genuine question, but there also still was some bitterness behind it. She understands she’s not him, but she’s also not ordinary. Eve did pick up on his lack of eye contact, but she was not going to be an ass and point that out. It was both weird and painful to be on the other side of this kind of conversation.
“You’re going to smell like peas if you stick with that bag.” She was speaking from experience, she’s tried that trick once and never again. She quickly made an ice pack, with beads inside to help mimic the same feeling a bag of peas, but longer lasting and odor free. “Here.” She considered tossing it his way to test his reflexes, but also she does not want that be how she finds out he broke his hand, she opted in to instead held it in her hand for him to take. “Is it just your face that’s hurting or…” she gestured to the rest of him. “I can help take something off—not like that.” Eve only caught how her offer sounded after she said it out-loud. “In case you’re not able to yourself.” She clarified her reasonings.