There's always tomorrow here. Wanda keeps expecting her calendar to run out of days, but each time she turns to it, there's always tomorrow and sometimes next week. There are no expiry dates in the Sanctum, even if she thinks there should be.

And there are always invitations, too. Even if she was to try to sideline herself, she knows Strange, Wong and even Strange's mystical cape wouldn't allow it. It's unusual for her to be welcomed and belong, but Wanda doesn't wish to knock it back one too many times.

So, she smiles and nods happily. "I think we deserve it, especially since your walls won't need to be replaced yet."

There's always tomorrow to ruin those.

"Should we call Wong? I think he will come if I ask him." She leans closer to him and playfully whispers, "He likes me more." She does, after all, pick his Spotify playlists.