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WHO: Wanda Maximoff and YOU (seriously, come play with me right now, yes I mean you)
WHERE: an open-air market, somewhere in The City
WHEN: at any point this afternoon
WARNINGS: none!
SUMMARY: Wanda has wandered off on her own and stumbled upon something a little more familiar.
FORMAT: quicklog, or whatever, I’m flexible

[Wanda had been reluctant to venture out of the MAC alone, but Pietro had not answered the door when she knocked, and she really should at least attempt navigation on her own, for once. Of course, having a destination in mind wouldn’t have hurt, but she was not far past the streets she had walked previously when she stumbled upon a delightful little open-air market, all squished-up between two towering brick structures.]

[With a pleased little smile playing about her features, Wanda slips into the crowd -- it is not so frightening as those on the streets were, somehow -- and proceeds to lose herself in the simple task of bargain-hunting.]

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I've already found what I was after.

[His comment is mischievous in it's manner, matching perfectly with the look he's offering. Add that to the entirely unsubtle once over he's giving her and it's fairly obvious to judge what James is talking about.]

[She's a little surprised by his boldness, and it shows in her briefly lifted eyebrow, but she recovers quickly.]

Is that so?

[Her lips quirk, and she proffers the pepper in her hand.]

Well, don't let me get in your way.

Oh, you're absolutely not.

[He assures lightly, heading tilting as his piercing gaze never seems to waver from it's focus on her, except for a very brief flicker down to that pepper.]

Any plans for this afternoon?

[Wanda pauses, still smiling, and gives him an appraising look.]

Nothing set in stone, no. Why do you ask?

[There's a distinct level of smug mixed in with that charm of his, not overbearing but enough to suggest he's confident in what he's doing.]

Perhaps you'd allow me to treat you to lunch. If you can pry yourself away from the vegetables, that is.

[It's more in response to his certainty that she'll agree than actual reluctance that she hesitates, eying the vegetable stand thoughtfully and then glancing back at him before sighing lightly and replacing the pepper.]

I suppose I could spare an hour or so.

Perfect. I know of a café just over the road. All fresh produce and organic and all that.

[Which James doesn't tend to give a shit about but the women in markets like this tend to find that stuff appealing.]

How does that sound?

[To be honest, Wanda isn't exactly a health nut, but she's charmed by his thoughtfulness.]

That sounds lovely, actually.

Perfect.

[But he's not dragging her off just yet. He's a gentleman, you see, patient and charming and evening checking up before he takes the lead.]

Buying anything?

[Wanda is appropriately impressed by his extensive gentlemanliness, and pauses to consider the offer. Coming back later would be easier than carrying a basket around all afternoon, and it wasn't as if she had a pressing need for fresh produce, anyway.]

No, I don't think so.

Well then, shall we?

[As he speaks, James is already offering out an arm towards her, hands back in his pockets for just a little touch of casualness as he conjurs up a far too pleasant smile to go with that blue-eyed stare of his.]

[She doesn't concern herself with the way his smile doesn't reach his eyes, instead daintily taking his arm with a small but sincere grin.]

Lead the way.

[Leading is something James is entirely too comfortable with. He takes them away from the market carefully, picking through the milling crowds at their own pace and down the street from there.]

So, I suppose I should at least know your name...

[Though she generally pays lip-service to feminism, Wanda is a little relieved to leave the navigation to someone else, this once. Her grip on his arm is delicate, but not so light as to lose him in the crowd.]

--Oh, my manners, lately! My name is Wanda Maximoff.

Maximoff... what is that? Eastern European? Almost seems Russian.

[Bond has spent enough time around such surrounding countries to know a fair bit about them, including a strong understanding of the languages.]

Transian, actually. Near Mount Wundagore, if you've heard of it.

... Can't say I have. Shame. I thought my geography was up to date.

[That is odd though. Perhaps this world has a few extra countries than he'd first thought. Or she's screwing with him. Either are likely possibilities.]

[Wanda hesitates, a bit uncertain now.]

Well, it is a very small country. Or.. or perhaps it simply does not exist in every.. reality.

[It's a troubling thought, though she's not entirely sure why.]

[Bond isn't quite sure which of those options it is, but he doesn't press further with it. This place is odd enough to warrant any such reasons.]

Oh, I just need to revise a world map, that's all.

[He's reassuring to the last, playing down his intelligence in favour of making her feel more comfortable.]

[She appreciates it, favoring him with a winning smile.]

I'd be happy to assist, if you like.

Maybe later.

[That smile of his only grows in return, finally reaching a little café on the corner that's exactly as promised. He even holds the door open for her.]

[She slides past him into the cafe with a particular sway to her hips, surveying the venue with an appraising eye. After a moment, she glances back at him, a hint of a grin still tugging at her lips.]

You have good taste, sir.

[Naturally he can't be blamed for marvelling the view from behind, especially when she's got a sway like that. But he doesn't look long and by the she's glancing over to him, his eyes are back on her face as smirks right back.]

Oh, it's nothing, just somewhere that caught my eye on the way past.

[It's all natural within the little café, all wood furniture and light colours, tidy little table settings and baskets of bread, with an overall French feel to the place. And despite the time of day, it's not even looking too busy just yet.]

Here, please, have a seat. [Her chair is pulled out in offer, of course, not as any real attempt to win him points, but just out of sheer instinct from James due to the way he was brought up.]

[Instinct or no, he does get points for good behavior, even if it's behavior Wanda expects from a proper gentleman such as this one. She sits, and favors him with a small, approving smile, daintily folding her hands in her lap.]

[Bond does like to play the part of gentleman when he can. It makes a nice contrast from playing the asshole which he tends to play to everyone else. Once she's sat, he takes his own seat opposite, offering up his own small smile.]

What're you after in this city, then?