Sitting cross-legged on the floor now with the dog in her lap while she rubbed it's tummy, Wanda had clearly forgotten what they'd come here for in the first place. The question seemed to surprise her and she glanced Wicked's way with her eyebrows raised. "No?" She wasn't sure she wanted to wear one, or anything too far out of her comfort zone. Mostly now she just wanted to spend her evening in Wicked's apartment doting on the dog.