She can't help her very pleased smile. Wanda turns to look straight ahead and feels the water is gone more than she sees it. Now that she's no longer so focused on ensuring her part of the clean-up is perfect, it's come to her easier. The Sanctum is wet—feels wet and even smells it with the lingering scent of the sea—but it has been successfully cleaned of its water and crabs and most of the sand.

She's grateful for that. The Sanctum has become a refuge, a little home away from home. His words make her feel warm all over… veery similar to how she had felt when she and Vision had seemed to finally find a rhythm that worked in Scotland.

Tilting her head up, she regards Strange with a playful smile. "Even when I pick Wong's Spotify playlist over yours?"

It does seem to be a point of contention between the two sorcerers. (Sometimes Wanda picks the playlist she doesn't want to hear solely for the dramatics of both Strange and Wong.)