( he says a number and wanda's completely absorbed and ready to insert it into her phone as the first three digits of his phone number, but then realizes that there's a bit of confusion here. for one long, awkward moment, wanda worries that this was perhaps, in fact, too forward; she awaits the rejection, certain it's bound to come.

but then marc takes out his phone and presents to her, without much fanfare, his number.

she punches that in quickly, not wanting to make it a tedious situation that they'll have to overthink later. she puts her phone away, glancing back at him. )

It'll have to be an after-meal situation, for the correct experience.

( so, they'll figure it out.

wanda nods, a little awkwardly, despite herself. )

I'll ... text you, so you can keep my number, too.