"You should take her up on the offer, son," Magneto spoke quietly, and oddly enough, with respect, considering his intrusion. However much of a leader or father figure he was to the Maximoffs, he felt a certain caution was to be taken when dealing with them - similarly to Lorna. He might have been a bastard, but his children weren't people he wanted to jeopardize.
"If you wish..." the older man stepped further into the room and extended his arms in a manner of presentation. Each of his two hands was full. In the left was a tall, wooden box and in the right he grasped a thin, square panel that was covered in brilliant, red paper that had a glimmer when the light shifted across it. He extended moved further inside the door and shut it behind him with his mind, via the knob. "When you dine, perhaps the two of you could share these gifts from your father?"
He gestured for Pietro to take the box, inside of which was a bottle of deep, sweet red wine from the Raspani vineyard in Greece - a treat he knew his son would appreciate - at least to some degree.
He moved to Wanda and bent forward slowly and offered up the red package. He smiled easily, a series of fond memories in his heart, something he was decidedly not going to share. The package held a record, a rare album recorded by a group of Langa locals. The songs were Romany classics, some quick enough for Wanda to truly dance to, a few fitting for dinner music. The melodies reminded Erik of their mother, but he wouldn't divulge that bit of sentiment, with risk of embittering them toward him. At their age, and with the abandonment issues they harbored, he knew treading on sentimental waters might cause a stir amongst the crew.