[Wanda smiles at him, happy to see him so enchanted. Her garden is one of her great joys.]

Magic. The wards keep it feeling like spring here, even in the winter. It may snow in the rest of the forest, but not here.

[It's fortunate that the wards are mostly self-recharging. That would not be a fun spell to maintain in the heart of winter.

Grinning, Wanda plucks a flower from the vine.]

You don't eat it, you drink the nectar. Like this.

[She tilts her head back to suck the nectar from the flower, pausing briefly before blowing it off her palm. A few golden sparkles follow it, dimmed in the light of day - another plant that isn't of this world.]

And then you make a wish. I am not sure it really does anything, but it's a nice tradition.