"Why do you look like that? What, the one time I come to visit, you're not in the mood for visitors?" The last time they spoke, she did say the mansion was feeling... some kind of way lately. Maybe that's part of it.
Whatever it is, Wanda's still quickly wiping her eyes with her index finger, sitting herself up straighter on the couch to make it look like she's at least a little pulled together.
"They treat you that badly around here?"
"No! No, everyone's... very nice to me here. It's not that." She wipes at the very corner of her eye this time, delicately like she's still trying to avoid smearing makeup despite it having been long since washed off for the night. "... Sometimes... things just catch up with you, y'know? And it's after 9, so you don't have the emotional capacity to fight them off, and you don't want to bother anyone because it's silly..."
Mmh. Miguel hums in acknowledgement, pulling a frown behind his mask. He knows that feelingāa little too well, in fact. And it's not something he'd wish on anybody else.
"I'm fine, though. Really. You'd see that if I'd gotten a heads up."
"'Cause you would've had time to figure out a lie. When have you ever given me the decency of a heads up?" Whatever. Topic switchāhe holds up a greasy brown bag in offering. "I brought food. In... you know, in return. It's, uhāwhat is it, McDonald's? McDonald's."
"You brought me indigestion in return for my homecooked meal?"
"What, no good? It smelled good. " He's already moving to join her on the couch despite the inherent lack of an invitation. She would've told him to leave already.
"The smell is deceptive. It's trash." That doesn't mean she's not happily accepting the first box of fries that's pulled out of the box.
"You come to my dimension sometime, I'll show you trash. This already looks way better."
"That sounds very close to an invitation." Again. "I could almost call it out again."
"QuĆ© rolloāI could almost take my fries back, too. You think I won't inhale all this myself?"
