[Wanda's table isn't a particularly large one, but it's keeping her from kissing Shaxx right now so they might as well be sitting on opposite ends of the big meeting table at home. But that stray thought still makes something in her absolutely melt, and she sends him a promise of her own: And no one will hurt you while I am around.

(She would kill for him if it came to that without hesitation or guilt. There is a viciously protective side to her that the Avengers were never able to soften...but for a certain caliber of Trouble, it's absolutely appropriate.)]

You should have seen me learning to fly. That was a stupid idea. [She laughs, then abruptly stops, features lit up.]

You know...if you got really good with your plant magic, you might be able to make them throw things for you.