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xxx"Heroes can be found in the most unlikely places.
xxxPerhaps we all have it within us to do great things,
xxxbut may simply lack the circumstances
xxxor the reasons to be heroic."
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Max wouldn't look at Willow. She was right to be cautious, but Max... kind of didn't care. But..."I've never lost control of my ability." She said quietly. And it was true. No matter how drunk she got, her voice was never out of her control. Now, it's vanished before, but that was either after a long night of using it or when she's under a great deal of stress and her voice itself vanishes. "I've just... lost it before." She didn't feel like explaining that one to Willow though so she took another sip of her drink.
Max thought a bit and agreed with Willow. Waiting for the dough to set would be torture. She was a little bummed but decided to go rummaging through the cabinets after Willow gave her permission. Then she found two things that filled her with excitement. Pasta noodles and Alfredo sauce. She had one container in each hand when she turned, smiling, to face Willow. This. We have to make this." She brought them over to the counter to put them down and then went back to the pantry to contemplate their needing more. She decided one of each was fine and went in search of bread.
"Do you have bread and garlic spread? We could make garlic bread too." She thought a moment, staring into the cupboards. "Do you have any meats we could put in it? Shrimp would work too." Her hunger was causing her thoughts to race and run together like ink.