Wanda's smile was a little less forced when she realized that she really did know Cloud, but the mention of forgetting things dimmed her smile into confusion. "You're the one who was talking about your friend who listens," she said.
Memories and loss... She wasn't trying to read him, she gave people a certain amount of privacy these days as long as she wasn't negotiating with them or fighting them, but she still got a sense of certainty from him on the subject of memory, matching what he'd said when she'd almost offered to go looking for what he'd forgotten. She shrugged. "You must remember some things. Important things."
She glanced back at the gap, doubtful but not without lingering sense of determination. "I was going to have fun. It's not something I do very often, but..." She paused, trying to channel Pietro. Her stance changed a little, more open, more careless. "It's a gift. I knew it as soon as I saw it. There's no reason for it to be here, but here it is."