Stephen and Illy
Hm, right, yes. Birthday boy - how exciting. Bleeding red, white, and blue - or just red, probably. Illyana decided she wanted lemonade too - so she squinted, a flash of concentration in dark eyes, the look of a shark. Her hands were held palm up, waiting for the lemonade to appear - she aimed to conjure it - and then on a crackle of electric blue mystical energy it did.
It was purple, however. The color of a prickly pear - which made sense she guessed, because she too was prickly.
Oh, well. She drank it anyway because it was refreshing even if it didn't match Dr. Strange's lemonade exactly. "Who would want to be my friend?" she replied, an amused rhetorical question, velvety accent and all. "I'm a demon." Well, Remy had been nice to her - she appreciated that. Though she wasn't sure if she'd play Monopoly again anytime soon.