( wanda figures she should have anticipated as much, but at least she gives herself a heads up for the hug, pushing the bag she carries on her shoulder towards her back, so it won't get mushed. her other travel bag, she lets fall to the ground. it's just clothes, it'll be fine.

to hilda's delight (surely), wanda returns the embrace, though she is a little awkward about whether is time for her to let go or not. )

The territory restrictions for the Summoned seem a bit of a waste considering we can just meet in Nocwich. ( —like, what's the point? wanda huffs, though, and does, ultimately, pull hilda back a touch. ) I brought sweets.

( the bag on her shoulder—! )

This the place?