"It's a lovely dinner ma'am." I say to Peter's mom with a polite smile. "Thanks. But to tell you the truth, it's all pre-made from the supermarket." She confesses. I laugh politely and continue eating, tasting the plasticky meat and bleached vegetables. I'm the only one who can really taste it though, with my extra-sensitive tastebuds and all. "So what's your family like, Samantha?" Peter's mom asks. I frown, the truth seems too inappropriate, but I don't have time to come up with a lie. "Well." I begin slowly. "It's... kind of, erm, inappropriate." I say, awkwardly chewing on a piece of very salty potato. I don't mind the salt, in fact I need it. For my powers to stay strong, I need all the sodium I can get. Sometimes, I'll steal blocks of raw sodium from the colleges and eat them with toast, like one would with butter. "Believe me sweetie, we've experienced maximum crazy, you can tell us, especially if it's bothering you." Mrs. Maximoff smiles warmly. Peter says nothing, and his little sister seems oblivious. I consider it for a moment, biting on my bottom lip hard enough to draw blood with my canines. The coppery taste covers my tongue, making it hard for me to control myself, being a wolf hybrid. "My mom... She's a hooker." I blurt, and now I can't stop. "And my dad died of cancer. I moved out of the house last year, the government said that if I could pay the fees and everything and get a job, I could live alone under the age limit, though it took some convincing." I say. And by "convincing" I mean hypnosis, one of my powers. I can also heal one hundred times faster than the average human. "Oh..." Mrs. Maximoff says awkwardly. Peter has looked up at me curiously now too, still silent. "I manage to keep the bills at a minimum, and I'm self-educated." I add quickly.
