Her wrist flexed and the knife rocked over the cutting board as she began to dice up the vegetables that he’d handed her. She was perfectly happy working in silence though questions and uncertainty continued to gnaw uncomfortably in her mind. The cutting gave her something to focus on but after a few minutes, Wanda found that it wasn’t enough.

"What do you have there?" She didn’t know about Sam’s herbs or the great lengths that he went through to get them. Wanda used what she could around the kitchen but she always tried to use as little as humanly possible.

It was only when curing and drying meats that she readily used the materials that were there.