[wanda sees it here again just how easily he takes on to the spider. she isn't personally bothered by the arachnids, but his lack of being fazed by them really speaks to his prevalent they were to him from a very young age.

but then, as if realizing that she must have spent a while at this, he asks for the details of her endeavor undertaking this task.]

The morning. [she's honest, at least.] Finding new things to do in Solvunn can be an art, you know. Takes a special skill.

[she takes the jar from him, and the lid, and sets it back gently onto her basket.

(it sounds like she may be joking a bit.)]

Before you ask, I'm not expecting anything in return.