[Pietro knows that look, and she'll use that same little pout to convince him to watch something horrible later, picking from the worst DVDs they have available. Her suggestion gets an affirmative shrug, though.]

We'll go to the park.

[He remembers when it used to be nicer, he thinks, when someone manicured the grass in the summer, there were flowers most of the year that weren't the way they are now, more like twisted weeds among barren patches. It's more inviting in the winter now, when a layer of snow or a hard frost covers everything and they can pretend it isn't a poor reflection of what it used to be. Even then, it somehow manages to have a serenity to it every time they go, infrequently, and he attributes more than half of that feeling to nostalgia for things that aren't ever quite the way he recalls them. Wanda will want to sit on the benches and 'relax' forever, but Pietro intends to wander around and she'll just have to come along with him while he talks (and flirts) with people that aren't her and maybe gets distracted playing with someone's dog.]

Will you stop?

[Pulling Wanda's hand away gently, he frowns just to make the most exaggerated wrinkles, and looks at her with pity.]

Maybe I have one or two. It's you they're not going to recognize. So much scrunching your nose, now there are lines everywhere and you look ten years older. It's getting embarrassing to be seen with you and claim you are my twin.