[—oh, wanda can tell almost immediately. this is the face of someone who also, like herself, is cultured enough to prefer tea over most other inferior drinks. this makes her present the smallest of smiles.

we'll have tea next time.

the woman sure is friendly. the conversation about turkeys does push that smile into an amused sound, a good-natured huff, as she brings the glass closer to her face.]

America is obsessed with having mascots for their celebrations. After Thanksgiving is Christmas, and they love to make it about an old, bearded fat man in a red suit that brings gifts on his magical sled. [she crinkles her nose at this.] You should ask him about that.

[her way of saying, please bother sam about that—not me.]

I'm Wanda. I haven't seen you around before.