Perfectly willing to spoil him, Wanda pressed herself against Tony and obligingly offered all the proper condolences to a poor soul who'd just endured such apparent trauma. "I, thankfully, will not have to suffer your humiliation," she informed him with a smile and reached up to trace her fingernails slowly up and down the back of his neck. "I have my own level of hell to handle in the kissing booth." She turned to look out at the carnival as well, frowning a little. A screaming toddler raced past their chariot and its mother followed, flashing them a curious look but not lingering for fear that her son might topple over the railing. Wanda watched their progress, prepared to intervene with her ability if the kid did fall but it's mother managed to pluck it up and carry it screeching and squirming back down the stairs. Solitude restored Wanda sighed in some relief and smiled sheepishly around at Tony. "You could help me practice for the kissing booth," she suggested, putting them back on track, and then pressed a tormentingly chaste kiss to his cheek. "What do you think? Worth a dollar?"