He certainly was a paradigm of mixed signals today, or so Wanda mused, as she followed Tony with a wistful glance at the restaurant and a burble of protest from her stomach. She hadn't had breakfast, but surely lunch could wait in lieu of something so perfectly charming. Anyway, he'd called her 'princess' again and if a horse and carriage ride wasn't befitting of the role, Wanda didn't know what was. She took Tony's offered hand up into the carriage and settled herself regally on the bench, tossing back her head with a lofty expression- that lasted about five seconds before she broke down into a giggle and gave Tony her first really delighted smile of the day.
It was absurdly cold and her breath danced on the air in front of her and for all that she wished she had a scarf, Wanda was actually genuinely happy as the horses began their cheerful clip clop along the asphalt. It was all so perfect, she absolutely loved the wintertime and this was so much lovelier than Aruba.