Whenever Wanda was stressed, she coped by cooking or baking because sleep was so rarely attainable, but in the days since the creatures had been somehow banished or destroyed, she had done less of the first because she'd been focusing on rebuilding the town. Her powers overall were so destructive that she liked when she could use them to genuinely help, and she had exhausted herself every day as she helped to lift and move rubble, restore roofs and walls, and hold things in place so others could repair them as well. Even tonight, after returning to the apartment very late and showering, she managed only a few hours of sleep before waking up. Since things were starting to get back to normal, she considered baking something before she went out, and slipped out of her bed to pull an oversized shirt and a pair of leggings on. After pulling her hair back, the Sokovian made her way to the kitchen, only to slow when she heard the sound of the coffee maker. It was easy to tell which of the men she lived with was in there, and fighting down her own cowardice, Wanda moved into the doorway and stopped when he spoke.
She shook her head. "No...I couldn't sleep, really. I thought I might bake something. Bread or muffins," she said quietly as her gaze shifted to the open cabinet above him. "Would you mind pulling a mug out for me, too?" Tea was often her drink of choice, but this time of day most certainly called for coffee, and with that thought in mind she stepped into the kitchen.