( wanda isn't sure she would or wouldn't have, because with how everything happens in abraxas, it isn't likely that she would even put too much stock on this—of burdening others with such a selfish want for celebration. )

I'm sure I would have found a way to make you angry at me.

( she jests, though, her smile softening at the way that hilda so easily gives and wishes her a happy birthday. for a brief moment, wanda lifts the hand that rested by her friend's elbow, her fingers a featherlight touch against hilda's cheek. strands of stray, pink wisps of hair tickle at her knuckles.

thank you, spelled out in action but not voiced out.

with an amused huff, wanda returns to lying down, stoic, hands at her tummy, back aligned to the mattress. )

I am now swearing you to secrecy, to not make a big deal of it during the rest of today.