Aqua's visit to the Hellfire Club (open)

[Pietro Maximoff]

"Or bake them ourselves." ::Pietro followed her to the platform, just as the train docked. Pietro found a car away from the ones the few other people already waiting for had entered. They claimed the four-person seat in the back of the car, so they could face one another while speaking.::

[Aqua]

Emily mused over his words about baking on their way to the train; it sounded like fun, but she'd never tried baking a single thing in her life, so she probably wouldn't tried unless she was very enthusiastic about it.

When they sat down, she looked at Pietro, curious about him. "What was your life like in Europe?" she asked.

[Pietro Maximoff]

::Pietro set his package on the seat beside him and took a raspberry rugala out of his bag.:: "The first or second time?"

[Aqua]

Emily didn't expect that kind of specifying, so she shrugged. "Which one lasted longer?"

[Pietro Maximoff]

"The second," ::Pietro replied, before taking a bite of his rugala. He would still be there now, if it had not been for Magneto's insane war.::

[Aqua]

"I just asked because what lasts longer, probably gives a more objective and lasting impression," Emily explained. "What was it like?"

[Pietro Maximoff]

::She was correct. Pietro had seen more of Europe the second time, and he had been an adult. He had a clearer perspective from those last years of traveling with Wanda.:: "It was peaceful. They did not have the same debates as here."

[Aqua]

"Did you travel around, or did you just live in one place all the time?" Emily asked.

[Pietro Maximoff]

::Pietro took another bite of his pastry while reflecting on those memories. They had gone everywhere but started where he and Wanda had been born.:: "We traveled, although there was a village we stayed in for the longest time."

[Aqua]

"What was it that attracted you to that village?" Emily took notice that he said 'we' and remembered he had a sister, his twin. Once again, she wondered what that sister looked and was like.

[Pietro Maximoff]

::The answer to that question was easy for Pietro. He knew the people, and they were of the same type as he and Wanda.:: "We are the same people, so we stayed."

[Aqua]

Somehow, he managed to answer her questions without telling her anything. Emily thought that if she really needed to get the full picture, she would have to squeeze it out of him piece by piece, like a jigsaw puzzle, but in a more complex way because she had no idea what the final picture would look like. Maybe she was asking the wrong questions. Maybe the right questions, but in a wrong way because she was clearly not completely used to his manner of expressing himself, to his way of thinking.

That was a challenge. And she wasn't particularly fond of challenges of any kind.

"Okay," she said and paused a little, chewing her lower lip for a second. "I'm sorry if I bother you with questions too much. I'm just curious about what kind of a person you are, but I don't know how to approach it."

[Pietro Maximoff]

::Pietro was not the most forthright when it came to aspects of his childhood. The memories there were not the most pleasant, and to explain his complicated history with Magneto and the Maximoffs to a student was not his idea of a cap to an afternoon.

Yet she was a sweet young girl, and she was curious. He could not fault her for that. If she wished for answers, he would give them to her.:: "The village was a Sinti one, like I am. Until we were able to decide where to go, we stayed there absorbing the culture of our childhoods."

[Aqua]

The word 'Sinti' wasn't anything she could relate to her knowledge of Europe easily. For a second she hesitated whether to ask and show her ignorance, or to simply accept it, put it off for later and look it up afterwards, then she decided to go for it. "Sinti?" she asked.

[Pietro Maximoff]

"What you may call 'gypsies,'" ::Pietro explained. He had a tendency to forget that most others do not use the same terms as the Sinti themselves.::