Pride bursts warmly in her chest. It's juvenile; she shouldn't feel proud of having accomplished what should really be a simple task. Cleaning up after oneself should be easy. It should be the first lesson anyone learns. But after the messes she created in Lagos and Westview, Wanda feels like she could lift off the floor and float happily.
She doesn't, of course. That would be entirely too distracting and absolutely not helpful at all. Although... if anyone can multitask...
She playfully scrunches up her nose. "I hope your floor isn't stained red."
Even though Wanda knows her magic doesn't leave a physical stain like paint, Strange's home is very different to the homes she's occupied in her life. It pulses in the way she thinks Westview had for Agatha. While Wanda still hasn't quite learned how to sense the specific tendrils of magic as Agatha once had, she's more attuned to it now.
"But if it is, at least something will match your cloak."
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She doesn't, of course. That would be entirely too distracting and absolutely not helpful at all. Although... if anyone can multitask...
She playfully scrunches up her nose. "I hope your floor isn't stained red."
Even though Wanda knows her magic doesn't leave a physical stain like paint, Strange's home is very different to the homes she's occupied in her life. It pulses in the way she thinks Westview had for Agatha. While Wanda still hasn't quite learned how to sense the specific tendrils of magic as Agatha once had, she's more attuned to it now.
"But if it is, at least something will match your cloak."
WandaVision's set designer, ladies and gentlemen.