[wanda spins around a little on her feet, letting hilda do as she wants, rolling her eyes when she comes to a stop again in facing the other woman, a small smile on her features.]

You’re laying it on too thick.

[all these compliments…

and yet, wanda doesn’t hesitate in leaving her hand right where it is—holding onto hilda’s own, as she starts leading the way.]

I was thinking we could go to a museum today. Peter Cook’s City Landscapes is being shown at the Guggenheim.

[and what is wanda if not pragmatic, wanting to enjoy something that she’d usually go to on her own with a friend? pietro is definitely not interested in it as much as she is, in the end.]