Countdown to Agatha: Day 801
Agatha, having burned another grilled cheese to hell and back: “Thank Hecate I’m not a housewife”
Wanda: “But you WERE a housewife. Remember Ralph?
Agatha: “Oh yeah…my fake husband turned Fietro. Forgot about that. But really Wanda? If you think I ever cooked for that man-child, then your heart and conscience weren’t the only thing the Darkhold corrupted.”
Wanda: “Says you, remember when I blasted you so far you were crushed beneath a house?
Agatha: “…I don’t…”
Wanda: “Exactly”
Agatha: “Bad memory and possible brain damage aside, you didn’t have an excuse not to cook! You married a toaster!”
Wanda: “-Watch it Harkness-“
Agatha: “-And I betcha that toaster couldn’t make grilled cheese either”
Wanda: “YOU WITCH” *tackles Agatha*
*meanwhile*
Y/N: *reading a book* “Why do I smell burnt cheese and violence?”
