"Great idea," Wanda nodded, politely ignoring whatever it was she'd been interrupting here, and turned to her brother. "All right, count of three. One. Two. Three." Rather than disappearing she turned to join Wicked on the couch, sipping her own drink and waiting for Pietro's return with all the furniture on his own. "Fun fact," she said to Wicked, "He'll do just about anything if he thinks it's a competition he can win."