"You do have a very trustworthy face," she agreed, and reached out to pinch his cheeks, then stepped back out of range of retaliation. Laughing, she finally shrugged out of her coat and tossed it over their only other rickety kitchen chair beside the little round table. Nodding at his advice, she grinned and untied the red scarf around her neck to wrap around her hair. "Oooh, yes. You're right. And then I'd have to get incense and candles and a crystal ball. Lots of scarves, jangly jewelry. Call myself something silly. Madam Maximoff, do you think? Or, I don't know, Wanda the Witch?"