Isn't that worth a celebration?

[his smiling is tight, is what wanda notices with a grimace, but that lasts for the tiniest of moments before she's back to sporting a playful smile, heading over towards the fridge to pull—

that's right. an entire already-made cake from within its confines. it's gaudy: a three-tier cake with spirals of red and blue icing, keeping to a perfect shape. there are sparklers atop it, come alight the moment wanda—with a huff and feigned trouble—sets the cake down on the table.]

We should take advantage of the fact that father isn't here yet. [she grabs unto that thought, the bare threads of discomfort as she tugs and tugs, waiting to see what will unravel. a family of sisters and a brother, a mother, an angry father. what else is there?] Who knows what will happen when he arrives.

[grabbing the knife, she offers it to bucky, the handle pointing his way.]