"Well, it looks good on me," was Wanda's response as she moved a subtle hand towards her left upper arm where the sore of the electrical attack was still present -- that was actually the reason behind the red shawl. It was extra better that it was a pretty cool winter night. "I figured I should wear it once in a while, shouldn't I?"
"I'm glad," her boyfriend said with a smile as he took his time to sip his glass of champagne then leaned back to squint his eyes and rub his chin as he watched Wanda trace the rim of her glass. "Now what else am I missing?"
"Mm," she started...before she leaned towards her lover and fiddled with that star-shaped diamond and said, "How do you like my new necklace?" and Wanda was going to forgive him for not noticing for this once because well, even with the shawl around, she was trying to keep some distance away from him if it was going to save her from being found out about her involvement with the protest.
And a very messy one at that. When they'd thought that they were well-prepared for this, the Brotherhood had just shown them how much they were like children playing in the mud. Their brave leader Scott had gotten away with a bad leg and the poor Shiro is nursing a mean bruise on his tummy. She was just really grateful that her brother had not gotten a very dangerous injury given the angel and her hell-given blades and the fiery man.
The problem with him now is that he's even grumpier than he already is.
Well, Wanda had let him known how proud she was of him, anyway. She liked to call him the hero of the protest...even if the X-Men didn't win.
"That's beautiful -- where'd you get it?"
"From my brother, he gave it to me," Wanda recalled this with a bright smile on her face as she felt him abandon her pendant and watched him return to his seat. The waiter had arrived with covered dishes and they prepared for dinner.
He watched as his dish was delivered to his table top, and when opened, it revealed medium-rare steak, some mashed potatoes and a little garden at the side, "Speaking of Pietro," he continued as soon as the waiter was out, the napkin on his lap and the cutleries on his hands, "What happened to him?"
"Well, he thought he could do it in the garage," said Wanda with a small smile and a giggle, having to think of another excuse aside from falling down the stairs, being hit by a car, meeting the door with his nose, etc. lest she be found suspicious. But it wasn't like she told him of every mishap of Pietro's, anyway. It was just that she needed his car for now. "Poor man is all grumpy now."
"Honestly, I can't imagine him to be any sweeter than he is."
"Pietro is sweet," insisted Wanda as she began to cut through her chicken breast -- a meal she rarely orders. "You just haven't seen him care."
"Oh, I think I have," with his, he dropped his knife and reached to hold her champagne-reaching hand, "I can see it in you."
What her boyfriend had told her was enough for Wanda's smile to grown even wider. It was a compliment to her brother but she liked how he was complimented. When he let go, she took a sip, then poked her meat with her fork, "So you understand why we have to pick up pizza on our way back, right?"
"And cheesecakes," Wanda's eyes travelled to the golden lights of the high roof, "Yes, I think I'd want some."
"Wanda, are you pregnant?"
Wanda's eyes were wide and incredulous in their stare as she turned to her boyfriend, "No, I've just given birth." when he laughed, her grin broke through, "Oh no, it's for some friends. I didn't get to come to a little dinner party last week so this is just to make it up to them."
"Okay," her boyfriend nodded, "Pizza...and some cheesecakes."
Wanda canted her head a bit to an angle, and mouthed to him that she loved him. Now, her brother and the X-Men ought to have something to look forward to...aside from their next danger room session.