Wanda felt her expression relax. She hadn't known that about him and it made her feel a little bit better though she didn't know why that was. "My mother taught me how to cook too." When she was very young, prior to her mothers death. "When it was me and my brother, I'd always cook for him. He didn't have the patience." Her voice manged to both weight itself heavily but it was also a happy memory, something that Wanda liked remembering.

What would her brother say if he saw her now?

She cleared her throat and continued. "What do you like making?" At this point, Wanda just wants to keep the conversation going.