What he did get was a nip to his ear that was perhaps a little harder than necessary and a smack to his backside. "I've told you that I can't. If you don't believe me, I've got several people who can attest to the fact." Obligingly she let him go so that she could wash up and then get to shredding the lettuce. She hummed a song while she worked, occasionally glancing in Daimon's direction and smiling sheepishly if he happened to catch her eye. When she was finished with the simple task appointed to her, Wanda regarded her work with some satisfaction. The bowl wasn't filled with the prettiest chunks of lettuce in the world but she had not, after all, wilted them simply by her presence. A promising start on the road to culinary excellence, obviously.