[Wanda looks over what she's made, the rolls which will keep while other items bake in the oven, the vegetables ready to go in, and a few other dishes, mostly Sokovian in nature. With a moment's consideration she heads for the cabinet for a bowl, then grabs the ladle sitting in a pot of beef stew. The recipe is her mother's, the only one that she remembers learning from her before the shelling. Despite not having many opportunities to make it for herself, she feels as though she's managed it well enough. It tastes almost the same as it did when they ate as a family. All that's missing is her father talking to her mother about some funny thing that happened at work and Pietro nudging Wanda with his foot under the table.

Wanda sets the bowl in front of him with a spoon, but she doesn't ask for his opinion. No doubt if he feels compelled to commit to an opinion on the stew he'll speak up.]

I'm not certain if trying to host this feast on such short notice is more or less ambitious than attempting a career in piracy. It's usually more of a group effort.

[A community effort, which makes sense in light of the theme.]