['official business', or whatever this would entail. wanda smiles as she feels his thoughts gearing towards accepting her offer, molded forth then into reality as he doesn't reach for the watering can again. he voices, then, his acquiescing.

wanda's lips are short of forming a smile.]

I didn't plan on having a trip where conversation was not allowed.

[mental or otherwise.]

I'll find you a horse, and I can give you ten minutes to pack up whatever you need. [she shrugs, turning back already.] Don't worry about supplies. We won't be without.

[what with magic and all that.]