"You sound like my brother," Wanda says with a small laugh (because if she doesn't laugh, she'll be paralyzed with how helpless they still are). "Is it the medicine? They gave us something so our powers wouldn't be so hard to control but our stomachs didn't like it."

She takes the bread and allows herself a small bite. Wanda's still on a lower dosage of the medication, so she knows if she tries to stuff herself all at once there's a decent chance that food can still make her sick. "Maybe that's why the sauce is so bland. I hope one day I can make real food for you."