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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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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?

After? [She pauses, a little confused.] Well.. I'm not sure yet, really. I'm still trying to settle in.

Ah, new to the area, hm? I've not been here long myself. Only here as a sort of extended holiday.

[He's a man of leisure around these parts.]

[She looks a little wistful, still smiling.]

Oh, that sounds lovely. I haven't been on holiday in.. well. It has been some time, at least.

Well, you're in a new country. Why not count this as a holiday for yourself?

[There's a waitress heading over to their table with an over-sized smile and a cleavage James would appreciate far more if he didn't already have company.]

I.. [her smile abruptly broadens] I suppose I never thought of it that way.

Well there you go then. That's sorted nice and easy.

[A charming little smile in return before turning to the waitress and ordering a bagel and juice. No alcohol at this time of day. Not in public anyway.]

[She belatedly remembers to glance at the menu, and quickly orders a salad and water -- not out of any particular health-consciousness, but because the market had left her feeling rather inclined towards vegetables.]

[James manages a very brief glance to the waitress as she departs, just to get a rear view shot, but covers it with a slow look around the café.]

New to this country, new to this city... you must be rather lonely.

[She hums noncommittally.]

Sometimes, yes -- very. But I have met so many people... more quickly than I expected, really.

They're a fairly welcoming crowd in this city, I find. [He agrees lightly.] And you know me, that's something...

[Her smile warms significantly.] Yes, that is something.

[Absently, she unfolds the napkin in front of her, slipping it daintily into her lap.]

[Seeing her smile brings more than a little triumph to James' accomplishments.]

So what are you doing for jobs in this city? Thought about that yet?

[She blinks.]

Well.. no, to be honest.

A lady of leisure? Best way to be at times, especially if you've got the money for it.

[James doesn't seem to be judging, especially not considering he's very much the same.]