[ wanda manages a wider smile at the girl's casual honesty, something almost a little refreshing as she manages a soft laugh of her own. ]

Well, then, don't mind me. Feel free to keep looking to your heart's desire.

[ but she relaxes where she stands, fingers brushing against her apron to clean off the remnant of flour on her skin. ]

Actually, I hadn't either. This, um — it wasn't here yesterday, but I guess someone did some remodeling. I hadn't stopped to look at it yet, but ... I suppose it is a little over the top.