Wanda Maximoff was already having a hard enough day.

First she had run out of conditioner while she was washing her hair. That had sucked on it's own; everything that followed just progressively continued to grow worse.

She tripped coming down the stairs, she burnt her toast, she spilled her juice, she accidentally set the kitchen table on fire again, she tripped coming up the stairs, and then she was hit on by Toad... again. All in all, Wanda's day wasn't exactly going so well.

She had been hiding out in her room for most of the day, her books and CD player serving their usual purpose of keeping her from feeling too alone. She only forced herself out at around six that night, when she realized that she hadn't had dinner and was actually pretty hungry.

What she found when she walked into the living room was nothing remotely close to what she had been prepared for. And Wanda lived in the Brotherhood house- so that was saying something. She had thought that nothing would surprise her anymore living with such maniacs; as usual, she managed to prove herself wrong.

Wanda Maximoff was hit in the head with a goldfish cracker.

She had walked into Goldfish War III. All around the room, hundreds of the little snacks were scattered everywhere. In the middle of the mess stood the very guilty looking quartet of Lance, Todd, Fred, and Pietro- each with their hands loaded with dozens more goldfish, having been fully prepared to fling them at each other before she had walked in and frozen the battle in its tracks.

After a moment of awkward and rather tense silence, Todd was the first one to speak. "Uhh, heeeey sweetums," he greeted, smiling nervously as he held out his hand. "Goldfish?"

Five seconds later, Toad- along with the rest of the goldfish- were sent sailing out the window, with nothing but a fine dusting of cheese powder and a loud wail that faded as it's source was carried farther and farther away left to indicate that anything had ever happened in the first place.

"So," Wanda enquired, sounding as close to cheerful as she was capable of sounding as she surveyed the three remaining delinquents. "What's for dinner?"