[Sweet William and gallantry. Wanda has half a mind to sit him down and ask him to name flowers and explain their meanings, if only to see when or if he'd finally be stumped. She half expects him to name a similarly unique food or dish, so when he names oranges, her lips draw up into a smile.]

I've always liked them myself. My brother would steal a couple for us sometimes... [When jobs were harder to come by, when they were forced to do whatever necessary to make it through periods when money was scarce. She remembers sitting on swings in a park, peeling oranges together and flinging the peels at each other when they weren't eating the slices within.

It's one of her favorite memories of her brother, even if she'd scolded him for taking such a risk. She'd been too hungry to be that upset with him, and the fruit had tasted so sweet. Thinking of him now makes her feel a sharp pang in her heart, one she talks over before silence becomes a noticeably dramatic and heavy pause.] I haven't found a favorite flower yet, however. Maybe red poppies.

[They're common enough in Sokovia, and red's always been her favorite color.]