Wanda glances around as if she's searching for anyone prying into their conversation. Once satisfied in her discovery that no one honestly cares about a sort-of Avenger and a sorcerer speaking, she leans across the table to whisper conspiratorially, "I can drink even Thor under the table." She smiles and chuckles, leaning back.

No, she absolutely cannot—not that she has ever tried. Her antisocial behaviour has left her with too many questions and not enough facts.

"Would the bartender be offended if we magic drinks?" She glances over towards the bartender as if expecting them to be eyeballing her after saying such a thing. But they're busy… bartending. Wanda's realising that she doesn't need to be overly paranoid about showing off her powers… and may be enjoying it a little too much.

Turning back to Strange, she smiles. "I think you would like this drink from Sokovia."