[ She pouts and clucks her tongue once more. ]

So sad for poor, sad Pietro.

[ Even if he had the chance to be rid of her, he wouldn't. She knows that even on her worst of days. She knew that today, deep down.

Wanda bows her head and kisses his shoulder, uncaring that her lips meet fabric. ]

Maybe next year you will be lucky, and then you'll spend all your birthdays wishing for that cool, little sister that you wish you were more like and had kissed more.