Wanda smiles, faintly, and turns on her heel to meander into the kitchen. The house isn't huge, but there's a decent amount of space, and everything is comfortable. It's a little interesting being around someone who appears not to recognize her name--at home, in New York, she is famous and has been for fifteen years, but apparently not to everyone.

Wanda finds that she doesn't mind.

"Do you have any preferences?"