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"Whoa there, fellow. I wouldn't swallow them whole, if I were you."
Hope approached then, hoping she wasn't too late and that Drax the Destroyer (snort) hadn't managed to choke to death yet - but it looked like he was going to live to see another day; she patted his back to dislodge the heated canine he'd consumed and came around to properly say hello.
Parties were fun, sometimes. She was used to having to work them with her 'charm,' but that had been for business purposes. This was for socialization - and hey, Scott pretty much pissed his pants everytime he got to talk to Steve Rogers so she was sure he'd want to come to the guy's 100th birthday party. Hope had dressed appropriately for the event, her outfit a striped sundress - red, blue, brown, and ivory with a red trim around the bodice and a line of buttons. Her hair was pulled up into a bouncy ponytail, and she wore nude heels - a block heel, luckily, so she didn't have to kill her feet by teetering around on hypodermic-needle points.
"Want some?" she asked, holding out her bowl of berry cobbler. "In case you haven't tried any dessert yet."