[He smiles to himself as she gets flustered and storms across the kitchen, standing there in the doorway and radiating just enough ire to please him. Pietro takes his time getting there, bringing their breakfast dishes from the table to the sink and making sure they clatter a bit and the sound carries out through the open door.]

I'm coming, I'm coming!

[He slips past Wanda out into the hallway just as one of the neighbours' doors opens - an elderly lady with a large upholstered bag trying to juggle that and a heavy circular tray of something covered in foil, fumbling with her key. Davida looks a bit frazzled as usual, grey hair escaping her brightly-patterned kerchief in limp curls as she mutters to herself about having so much to do and no time.]

Always in such a hurry, Wanda!

[Pietro's sure to sound disapproving and grumbling, like this is a routine complaint for him and he's tried of making it, as he raises an eyebrow at Davida and silently offers to take something. He turns back to Wanda as the old woman gratefully passes over the tray.]

I'm sorry, is this going to cut into your schedule, or can we think of other people for once?

[He only feels the smallest prick of remorse for making such a scene and painting Wanda as an impatient shrew just because the opportunity arose. Later, he'll experience more guilt about it and not be able to look Davida in the eye for a few days after using that poor woman as a pawn in his obnoxious bullshit.]