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They're preparing the funeral rites for Winifred.
I know it isn't exactly the most cheerful thing to do, but I'd like to pay my respects.

Got some chores to do at the tree house and the Tertiary Settlement first.

You can come with if you like.

need me to bring anything for the funeral
or do they have everything already

We'll get what we need from the Primary Settlement.

How are you feeling after the summoning that took place?

( it's a lot )

like i was on a real life episode of pokemon

[ he's kidding don't hex him please. this is how he copes. ]

i don't really know how to feel
but i wish she didn't have to give her life like that

( she hates that she gets that reference. )

Strangely enough, I think she was... getting ready for it.
Some things are worth dying for, for some people.

( anyway, this is getting rather heavy— )

Hungry? I'm bringing some snacks for you.

[ he gets that. it's a strange feeling, seeing it happen in front of him like that, knowing that she'd made her peace with it and being unable to do anything about it.

snacks, though. ]

you know i'm always hungry

( unfortunately, she does know that about him. so much like pietro, even when he isn't. )

You didn't answer if you'd come with for my chores or if you'll meet me in the Primary Settlement.

i said ok didn't i
i'm here now

( wanda looks around, amidst the trees around the lakes, and wonders where peter could be. even though he's 'here now', he could be anywhere. )

You do remember where the treehouse is, don't you?

[ he doesn't respond, but there's a breeze at wanda's side to herald his appearance followed by a gentle touch to her ear, a white flower tucked behind it. ]

Yep.

( even wanda's own perception of the world via her magic could not have prepared her for the fact that peter just strolls on by, speedy as he is, and manages to tuck a flower behind her ear.

the action, innocent as it is, is enough to fluster wanda—though she maintains a carefully-set expression, her cheeks flush and her brows knit together a touch.

it feels forward, for siblings that aren't quite siblings.

but wanda doesn't want peter to keep feeling like he's 'the wrong one' or doing 'the wrong things' when it comes to her. a lot of her fonder memories of pietro do involve flowers, so is it any surprise that this catches her off-guard? she pushes a hand to her ear, to the flower, touching it lightly. )

...I'll know if you got it from my garden.

( and she tries to hide feeling flustered by being a little harsh with what her words imply, even if it's immensely clear that she doesn't quite mean it. )

[ he watches her brows furrow, the little flush of pink on her cheeks, but she doesn't remove the flower. she touches it gently and lets it remain there, and something in him loosens. yeah, he looks a little pleased, even if he sounds like nothing happened at all. ]

I know.

[ what is she gonna do about it? hex him??? he hopes not. ]

So, what am I doing here?

( she could very well hex him, but she's past just turning random people into frogs for the sake of it (she never actually did do that). this boundary between them still seems to hold aloft, making it difficult to push into teasing or allowing themselves to show satisfaction; like estranged siblings, meeting only after their separated parents decided to bring the family together for hannukah.

wanda huffs, then motions towards the garden that she surmises he glided in from. )

Sheets and towels are hanging, but they should be dry by now.

( —before he can even think of rushing off to put them into a basket, she adds, )

Let's do it at a normal, boring speed. Okay?

( peter will thank her later, for there sure is a lesson to be learned here. she motions at the wicker basket in the small room opposite for him to grab. )

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