As if realizing the shift in conversation, the teleporting white tabby walked along the armrest of Wanda's chair and sat. It was an intelligent creature, knowing the way to get attention wasn't to sit on Wanda but to meow until her hand came to rest on its back. She was distracted but petting the cat absently at the same time.

She smiled, beaming as if she was a mother. She'd only lived in the village with Tommy and Billy for a little less than a year but it was difficult not to think of them as an extension of her family when they reminded her so much of herself and her late brother. "They are. I feel lucky to have them them." More so now that she's lived through her time with Vision and experienced his death.

"I was told that Billy works for a coffee shop?"