Scientists, for all the logic and reason that they use, tend to confer with terms such as 'miracles' quite often, don't they? von Strücker was guilty of it before—now Jayce. Wanda doesn't know about miracles or not, but she knows that one forges the path one intends to take, for better or for worse.

She glances up at him.

"Don't speak like that." About what could go wrong, about all the things he's uncertain about. "There's something magical about hoping and positive thoughts, silly as it may sound."

Perhaps it was different with her, with her probability magic, but Wanda inherently used wistful thinking to stop the second bomb from exploding in her apartment.

"Just try, okay? And — if you want to separate from the situation for a moment, we could... have something to eat. Something indulgent? Sweet? Spicy?"