"I've had practice." Her tone was affectionate and soft. A memory came to mind though she was quick to push it away. Wanda didn't want to lose herself to her thoughts, she knew how dangerous that could be.

"That's a good memory to have." Wanda commented softly. "I hope my soup lives up to it." She pulled off the lid and inhaled the savory scent that wafted from the thick potato soup.

"Almost done. Can you get us bowls?"