[wanda is enamored by the pleasantness of it all; this home, it feels like a home, despite the mismatched everything that seems to line its space. it's unsurprising to see someone else, because wanda can tell those that are on autopilot within the horizon; it's the last thing she would want for her own, to put remnants of the loved ones she's lost to exist in that kind of limbo. it's different for others, thoughβjulie has steven and hundreds of club-goers, and ches has his brother.
she smiles right back at him and takes a seat on a wooden chair painted turquoise. it has a mismatched leg, but it is no deal breaker for wanda.]
I didn't know we were having chocolate chip cookies, too.
[it's a tease, as she takes hold of her glass of kompot and takes a small sip from it. the taste is unmistakable; it reminds her of home, of her brother, of simpler times.
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she smiles right back at him and takes a seat on a wooden chair painted turquoise. it has a mismatched leg, but it is no deal breaker for wanda.]
I didn't know we were having chocolate chip cookies, too.
[it's a tease, as she takes hold of her glass of kompot and takes a small sip from it. the taste is unmistakable; it reminds her of home, of her brother, of simpler times.
wanda sets it down on the table.]
I can say officially that it is kompot.