Disclaimer: Yup, still don't own anything.
It was a little disappointing when no gift was sitting on her nightstand the next morning but she refused to let it get her down. Maybe her admirer had something better to do the previous night than sneak into her room and bestow gifts upon her. Wanda hurriedly dressed-but took enough care to make sure she looked good-, ate and set off on her merry way.
Always the Grinch of holiday spirit, her father's lair was just as cold and desolate as ever. Colossus was performing yet another menial task that looked unimportant so she interrupted him for a moment to inquire as to the whereabouts of Pyro.
"John? He's probably writing something in the den…is he expecting you?"
"Probably not, but I'm sure it's no skin off his back if I drop by." She gave the Russian a once over to make sure he couldn't possibly be the mystery man. Nope, definitely not.
Saying that John was surprised by her visit would have been an understatement-he seemed downright confused. "Let me get this straight," he told her, "You think I'm sending you merry Christmas gifts?"
"Well, someone is. I'm just asking if you know anything."
"Only that it's not me." He nervously looked around the room. Upon spotting a camera he whispered, "Not only would the boss not permit us to even consider you as a potential Girlfriend, but," he looked the camera straight in the lens and yelled, "You're not my type."
"What do you mean I'm not your type?"
"Don't get me wrong," he glanced at the camera, "you're cute and all, but," he once again looked at the camera and, raising his voice, stated, " I like my sheilas un-spastic, if you know what I mean."
"I'm trying, really I am," she responded, hexing him out of his seat. "Please tell my father I said…never mind, I'll tell him myself."
She stormed into Magneto's office, her eyes ablaze. "Father, are you trying to send me to the insane asylum," she shrieked. " Others I could forgive for the oversight but you know perfectly well that I'm Jewish! Not only am I Jewish but Pietro's Jewish and you're Jewish!"
"Wanda, what are you talking about?"
"The gifts you've been sending me with those stupid little notes. Don't think I don't know it's you."
"I sent you your Hanukah gift last week, remember? Why don't you just go take a walk outside and clear your head? I promise you that this problem will solve itself."
"I suppose you're right."
"Of course I'm right. Now, run along. Daddy's solving the problem of world domination."
"Okay, I'll let you get back to work." She walked towards the door, stopped and turned around. "By the way, why do you have those silly hidden cameras? And why did you tell your Acolytes that they couldn't date me?"
Magneto babbled for a moment before Wanda shrugged her shoulders and left, upon which he let out a sigh of relief.
Wanda did actually take a very long walk. By the time she returned home it was dark. Something smelled delicious as she entered the house. When she found the kitchen empty of occupants as well as cooked food she headed up to her room. The door opened to reveal her nightstand covered by a French flag tablecloth, an Eiffel Tower centerpiece, and three chickens from which the smell emanated.
"Chickens…from France?"
"Technically they're Cornish hens," Pietro's voice piped up from the doorway. He held up a note. "Your admirer said he didn't think there was such a think as a French Hen so you'll just have to use your imagination. Now, let's get this food downstairs because you sure aren't going to be able to pack away three chickens by yourself, even if they are tiny.
Wanda conceded, and as she took another whiff of the chicken her mind suddenly moved Fred to the top of its list.