[She cracks a smile at the Cinderella joke, and resists the urge to say that she doesn't have enough family left for that. The thought is morbid and...unexpectedly it hits a little closer to home in other ways. After all, hadn't she been locked up in the Avengers compound not so long ago? Put under house-arrest? Not that there had been a ball to go to but the people who had done so were the family of her heart rather than blood. Just like Cinderella.]

I'm afraid not. Instead there are hours long conga line celebrations to the days when Sam bakes his special cookies, and the mice getting a collective vote on movie nights.

[Wanda cuddles into his half-embrace at once, a smile still playing on her lips.]

You'd be welcome to join the movie nights if you'd like sometime. You could meet some of the others. Sam's friends and mine.

[If it's not weird. If he's interested at all in expanding on their types of social engagements this way.]