[Out of the goodness of her heart, and also sheer boredom Yelena decides to help out with the renovations of Helluvacup. Plus she’s not going to say no to free drinks and snacks.
She can be found doing some sweeping and mopping. She’s also definitely going to be rummaging around in the imported supply boxes. That might be another major motivation for her decision to help out, actually. She swipes a couple of clothing pieces that appeal to her and maybe a few other odds and ends, including any sewing supplies she comes across.
Eventually she finds herself opening one of the pumpkin spice boxes and makes a face.]
Disgusting. No one needs this much pumpkin spice.
B.
[After helping out at the coffee shop for awhile, Yelena decides to pop in to the club for a drink. Out of curiosity she grabs one of the drinks being offered on trays and tosses it back and…immediately regrets it. Because it’s pumpkin flavored.]
Oh, god, gross. No. The pumpkin is haunting me.
[She immediately turns—intent on getting as far away from the pumpkin shots as possible—and falls. Maybe on her face. Maybe into you or next to you. The point is she loses her balance and falls, which hasn’t happened to her since she was literally a child.]
Yelena Belova | MCU
[Out of the goodness of her heart, and also sheer boredom Yelena decides to help out with the renovations of Helluvacup. Plus she’s not going to say no to free drinks and snacks.
She can be found doing some sweeping and mopping. She’s also definitely going to be rummaging around in the imported supply boxes. That might be another major motivation for her decision to help out, actually. She swipes a couple of clothing pieces that appeal to her and maybe a few other odds and ends, including any sewing supplies she comes across.
Eventually she finds herself opening one of the pumpkin spice boxes and makes a face.]
Disgusting. No one needs this much pumpkin spice.
B.
[After helping out at the coffee shop for awhile, Yelena decides to pop in to the club for a drink. Out of curiosity she grabs one of the drinks being offered on trays and tosses it back and…immediately regrets it. Because it’s pumpkin flavored.]
Oh, god, gross. No. The pumpkin is haunting me.
[She immediately turns—intent on getting as far away from the pumpkin shots as possible—and falls. Maybe on her face. Maybe into you or next to you. The point is she loses her balance and falls, which hasn’t happened to her since she was literally a child.]
What the fuck?