"Um-" she mumbled, the embodiment of eloquence in a moment that unnerved her. This was all a lot more touching than she was used to from somebody she'd only recently, and reluctantly, decided she could trust. Actually, it was a lot more touching than she was used to from anyone, especially lately, and her traitorous body allowed an unwelcome flush into her cheeks. "Okay, sure, if that's what you want." She recovered with a smile. It was just the intimacy of a small space, it was stupid. "You'll look like a peppermint." Blesav. "But I'll make the yellow one, too, anyway." Wanda turned her back to him and stepped away so she could run her fingers over the suit jackets, and find the one with the mustard silk lining so she could take a picture of the exact shade. And put a little distance between them.