"I've already asked PB to share me with the twins, if we take Dum-E he'd never forgive me!" She couldn't be sure but she could have sworn she was Dum-E sigh at the rejection. It would be easy to blame the chaos of leaving earth on their lack of communication but Wicked knew better. Phones worked both ways and the coms on the sphere worked multiple ways. If she was being honest the thought of it had made her feel guilty. She hung on him too much and she flirted too much. It was the fight that kept her awake at night when she allowed herself to think about the possibility that Pietro might be dead. But it would have been nice, to have Tony there telling her about what was going on around the sphere, making fun of her saddling and curing Pietro for damn near ruining her figure.
"So," She began. "He clearly likes you and I've really missed you. You're coming to his birthday party and before than dinner. No excuse. I'm learning to cook because that's what moms do right?"