[Wanda huffs and rolls her eyes, the picture of fond exasperation.]

Loki...

[He's lucky he's a cute little shit, following it up with a charming stunt like that, and that Alfheim has her in such a good mood. In moments like this, Wanda can't help but think that he and Pietro might have gotten along scarily well...once Pietro got over the idea that he'd have to share her.]

Hmmm, I think I need another taste when I am not scared for my dress. [She grins and nudges him gently. She isn't thinking too hard about it either; it just feels natural to be close to Loki after all the time he's spent disguised as her handmaiden.] Come on, there should be spoons in the kitchen.