Still smiling, she widens her eyes a little as if frightened by the prospect of ordering for them in Italian. When it came to languages, she seemed to pick it up a little too quickly. She remembers how learning to speak like an American had been easy for her. Her mother often joked it was due to her obsessive nature when it came to watching American television shows.

She walks beside him, close enough to take his hand if she wanted to. For now, she lets herself merely enjoy his company before she worries about whether or not she's holding his hand in the most comfortable way for him. Whenever she's with Vision, she's alert and present, but still slinks back into her own worrying thoughts. She wants everything to be perfect.

"If I can do it, it's because I had a very good teacher," she says as she winks at him.

She furrows her brows as she looks ahead. "We'll need to make sure we do something that you enjoy, too." Which was harder than it should be, considering Vision seemed to know almost everything and anything. With his lack of hunger and desire to drink, it was hard to wine and dine him, even if he was always such a good sport about it.

But when she looks at him again, Wanda narrows her eyes thoughtfully and smiles conspiratorially. Yes, she thinks she has the perfect idea.