She wants to draw away at that bright smile. It doesn't offend her. The opposite actually: it makes her feel good to be the cause of it. Then she remembers the offensive item she does have in her hand. Gamora, the deadliest woman in the galaxy, scrambles to hide it. She's at a kitchen table so her attempt is mostly looking around for somewhere to stash it, failing, and getting up to throw the instant drink in the fridge.
"I wasn't sure you would today," Gamora weakly argues. She does like his breakfast. She was just sulking. "I'll save it for another time." It'll be undrinkable, but that hardly matters to her. She'll force herself to drink it anyways.
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"I wasn't sure you would today," Gamora weakly argues. She does like his breakfast. She was just sulking. "I'll save it for another time." It'll be undrinkable, but that hardly matters to her. She'll force herself to drink it anyways.