[—suppose that's a fair point, though, yes, the humor doesn't quite land. wanda frowns for a moment, turning to him in thought—interested instead in the surface-level of something different from this young man. his thoughts are quite... unlike much of anything else she has ever prodded into, willingly or otherwise.

but it's rude to poke into people's minds, so she remembers: a conversation is taking place.]

I suppose I mean if you are someone who considers your hair precious, cutting some of it would be a good offering. But, you're right, I'd be unimpressed with it otherwise.

[wanda finds herself unable to draw away from her curiosity, though. arms crossed, not quite thinking that a handshake would be reciprocated.]

We've not met before. I'm Wanda — from Solvunn.