[wanda was about to make a comment about the corn byproducts, but takes not that it's a joke. nice one, munson—you almost got her. she smiles at that for a moment, but that smile grows bigger when he does an overly dramatic bow towards her.

there is something impeccably gentle about eddie. that's something wanda has picked up on from the very first moment they interacted, even if he comes off as blunt and perhaps a little too out there for most conventional people.

good thing that wanda is also something of an outcast.]

You're acting like you wouldn't have made an effort before.

[she gets up on her feet, too, and paces around the campfire for a moment, in thought.]

Hm— well, to get started, the thing about magic is that you need to believe that you can do it. It's not about — saying magical words and something just happening. You have to feel it. Sort of like...

[thinking, wanda tilts her head, stops, and gestures with her hands, fingers taking on the malocchio sign—the 'rock on' one eddie might be more familiar with—and from some discarded logs on the side to stoke the fire, an acoustic guitar takes form. easy enough transmutation.

she rests her hands at her sides.]

When you play a guitar, it comes to you like second nature, doesn't it? You get lost in it, but there is still focus. Right?