[wanda, despite having been thrown into some kind of position that others look up to while here, has a hard time making friends. she's not everyone's cup of tea, and she's not the friendliest, either. her gestures of kinship come with giving to others, hardly locked in with words.

it pleases her to see how finn reacts to the care package, a small smile pulling at her lips; she can tell what he is thinking, that she doesn't owe him anything.]

You're Matt's friend. That is enough for me. [she tilts her head] I'd like to think we're on similar standing, you and I.

[as friends, too.]

I can make more in case you run out. Or if there's anything in particular you'd like that you can't find in the markets, too.