Lucifer says something that catches Wanda off-guard a bit. So, he knew about the party—knew that she was there? Either she mentioned it before and forgot, or he actually went there himself for a bit and she missed him.

"It wasn't my intent to stay," she says, almost defensively. Wanda figures that sounds somewhat childish, so she waves a hand dismissively with a light roll of her eyes, moving herself towards one of the nearby, cushioned chairs.

She whisks herself a cup of tea, which she's happy to sip on, as she pulls her legs up to sit crossed under her. Glancing between the two men, she lingers on Istredd. The offer is kind, but she would not mind participating to whatever conversation they were having.

"I found out recently you two knew each other."

Through Lucifer, of course.