RESURRECTION! Idk I just felt like tagging this, I'm sorry
His exuberance made her a little dizzy and she followed him with her bemused smirk firmly in place, still trying to process the kiss to her hand while she followed the track of his twisting train of thought. "I don't know," Wanda answered with a shrug when he'd finally finished talking and chuckled again. "But yes, I can do that color. If there's a yarn in that color, I can knit it." She reached up and unwound a thin scarf she'd had her hair tied up in, knitted in a red and white chevron pattern. She handed it over to him for inspection so that he could see that her quality of work went a little beyond crayon and construction paper. "I did this one, and really any scarf you see me wearing, I made. A lot of my brother's too."