"You went camping? That must have been fun." Wanda paused for a moment, then added with a hint of playfulness. "Well, aside from having to survive off of baby wipes, of course."
She strolled over to the furniture, motioning towards the couch. "Have a seat. Feel free to use the bathroom to clean up once Teddy is done." She wasn't sure if Billy was the type that required direct permission or not. Better to be safe than have to force him to awkwardly ask or, even worse, not ask at all.
"That's good," she said with a nod as she sat down onto one of the chairs. Her expression became thoughtful. "I would be careful, though. Not all things are easily reversible. Some not at all. Magic isn't a force to take lightly."
About this time, Teddy returned and whisked the baby Eira away to the kitchen to raid the fridge. "Don't make a mess in there," she called out to the retreating teen. Wanda chuckled and resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Pietro, Tommy, Loki, Teddy... who didn't raid her fridge?
"Would you like me to get you something?" She asked Billy, realizing he hadn't said if he wanted a beverage or not. "There is soda, juice and water. I'm still willing to make coffee or tea if you would like." She was trying to be a good hostess, but it dawned on her that perhaps she was trying too hard. Her desire to make him feel comfortable was likely to backfire from all the attention she was giving him.