She barks her laughter. "Yes." Immediately, she points at him, her smile bright and vibrant. "But not for the reasons you are thinking!"
No, she hadn't read his mind. It's simple math: Wanda's magic is red, and thus if she likes red, that must be why.
(She's certain if she wanted to change her magic's colour, she possibly could. The Sunny Witch sounds quite nice, actually._
She sits back and rests her hands on her lap, pressing her lips together in an unsuccessful attempt to try and stop smiling. Her bright smile does turn wistful. Briefly, she does consider not giving him her true answer. She could wrap it up in Vision. She could say it was simply a colour she liked for no reason at all. But then Wanda wouldn't be telling the truth. She's tired of the truth being a rare thing.
"My mother liked red, so I wanted to like red." Wanda shrugs. "Then I started to. Pietro liked red just to annoy me, but I refused to budge from liking it. Now, it reminds me of that." Of home.
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No, she hadn't read his mind. It's simple math: Wanda's magic is red, and thus if she likes red, that must be why.
(She's certain if she wanted to change her magic's colour, she possibly could. The Sunny Witch sounds quite nice, actually._
She sits back and rests her hands on her lap, pressing her lips together in an unsuccessful attempt to try and stop smiling. Her bright smile does turn wistful. Briefly, she does consider not giving him her true answer. She could wrap it up in Vision. She could say it was simply a colour she liked for no reason at all. But then Wanda wouldn't be telling the truth. She's tired of the truth being a rare thing.
"My mother liked red, so I wanted to like red." Wanda shrugs. "Then I started to. Pietro liked red just to annoy me, but I refused to budge from liking it. Now, it reminds me of that." Of home.