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... Hi. [Wanda was 100% in full awkward mode, her arms crossed, pinning her hands tightly against her body to ward off any unwanted hexes. She had agreed to come here, and, indeed, was happy to! Buuut that didn't make her any less nervous. So she just stared, dumbly.]

[Offering a supportive hand on Wanda's shoulder, Remy have it a squeeze before proper introductions.] Luke, this be Wanda Maximoff. Wands, Luke Skywalker. He be a Jedi, [Not that it would mean much to her.] able to do all sorts of nifty stuff.

[He really had no idea how this was all going to work out, or if he was going to be in the way awhile they did... whatever. Worse case Remy was sure there was stuff around the farm to occupy his time and prevent himself interrupting their first meet and greet.]

[Luke offered her an inclination of his head once again.]

It's nice to meet you, Wanda.

... Nice to meet you, as well. [Thank god it wasn't a hand shake.] ... Thank you for-- inviting me over. And-- everything.

[Oh good god! Is he really going to have to do all the talking? ...Not that that is ever a problem for Remy, but this wasn't about him, it was about Wanda. The girl was too shy for her own good a lot of the time, despite being able to crush the entire dome they were in with a wave of her hand if she wanted. They were going to have to make her let down her guard before Luke could help her. May not happen this meeting, but needed to start somewhere.]

Let's get somewhere comfortable, hein, no point in just standin' 'round.

[Luke was more sensitive than that, Wanda. Handshakes were awfully personal, in some cultures! Nods? Not so much.

At Remy's suggestion, Luke nods.]

I've got a place, over by the barn. I set up some tables and chairs for breaks and lunches. May as well get into the shade.

... It's a nice place. .. All of it, I mean. [She had nooo idea how to broach the subject of why she was here. Was she supposed to bring it up? Was He? Was Remy? Better to just keep quiet and wait, she supposed.] ... Very-- peaceful.

[Heading the way directed to them, Remy resisted the need to pull out a smoke or to fidget with his cards, sticking his hands into the pockets of his coat instead.]

So, what the plan then? [More direct than he would rather be, but Wanda liked simple. Too complicated and could go over her head...]

[Luke gestures towards the tables, and a cooler sitting in the shade before taking a seat.]

Sit, have something to drink, talk I suppose. It's been a while since we caught up, and I'd like to know more about you too, Miss Maximoff. Just...basic things.

Have you been here very long?

... a little over a year now. [She sighs, looking down as she sits.] ... Sometimes it doesn't seem like it could possibly be that long. ... But mostly it seems like an eternity. ... You?

[Taking his own seat, and given the chance that there is a spare seat, Remy will also put his feet up.

He's happy to be quiet and grab a drink, leave them to it.]

This fall will be three years.

[He smiles wanly, not at all pleased with thinking on it himself.]

It's...had it's ups and downs, really. How've you found it here?

... It's nice, in it's way. No one here seems to want to-- exterminate mutants just because we're mutants. I like that. ... I don't like being away from my family though. [She pauses, considering.] Though... I've discovered more family here.

[She makes a big, heavy sigh.] ... Over all, it's nice. Peaceful. I like that. ... But I'd still rather be at home.

More family? That's always nice. [He smiles, clearly able to relate.] I met my mother here, for the first time.

It really does have it's moments, but as I'm sure you've noticed, when things go crazy here, they can get pretty out there.

[Should he leave? Shouldn't he? Maybe once Wanda was more settled.

...but it meant he was going to get bored. Then get annoying. Ugh. The need to tap his foot against the ground, to swing back on his chair, to do anything was itching away at Remy. Cards were however at least a safe bet. Keep his hands busy, and provided he didn't get stuck in one place too long, simply shuffling them will help.]

Home ain't 'xcatly peaceful either, neither be ya's really.

... True. Though back home, at least, I have Father to guide me. [She appreciates Remy saving her from having to get into her own family situation too much. Sometimes she shares more than she should.]

Well, mine's calmed down a lot in the last few years. We're finally on the verge of a more lasting peace. It's been a long, long road though.

[He huffs a laugh.]

Is your father a wise man, Wanda?

[NO! No! No. Just nnnoooo. Mutant terrorist. Horrible boss. Several sticks short of a bundle ~~like his daughter~~.]

He's devoted to his cause.

[Wanda nods her agreement with Remy's (spoken) description of her father, lighting up a bit, as the conversation drifts into a topic she finally feels she has some semblance of knowledge about. Not to mention enthusiasm for.] Mmhm. He's very wise. ... I don't know anyone wiser.

Good. That's always good. [He gives Remy a little look, a half smile forming. He heard those thoughts there, bud.]

Are there a lot of people from your world here? Not...other versions of it, but yours specifically? Deadpool and Steve explained a few things to me about it.

[She nods again. Another question she knows the answer to! Score!]

Mm! Yes. Remy is. ... So is... Kurt. [Her eyes dart away on that name. Noope, not gonna talk about him, noope.] ... Jean Grey. [That name she spits out, as if it tastes foul in her mouth.]

... None of us are from-- exactly the same time, I don't think. We're within a year or so of one another. But-- it was an eventful year.

Rogue too. Also Storm and Wolverine when they were here, Kitty too.

[Back to shuffling through his cards.]

I met Wolverine once or twice, and Kitty.

[A Kitty, anyway. Also noooot pressing about Kurt or Jean.]

I can relate to that, myself. My sister, her husband, and both of my parents have all arrived from different points. Scattered over...nearly fifty years of time.

My parents are both younger than their kids. How's that for strange?

... my two children are here. They're both older than me. [Wanda deadpans. She is very familiar with this particular set of weirdness.] ... So yes. It's very weird.

[And terrifying. Seriously terrifying. Remy had no plans to reproduce, so thank whatever god from whatever universe he was not going through that.]

Just 'nother day in crazyville.

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