Whitefish River but baby when youre done you gotta be the first to run

 the sparkling cavern is not empty as she first suspected, the dark form of somebody napping interrupting the otherwise picturesque view. for a moment the scarlet witch pauses, thinking, oh, perhaps another day, but true-blue eyes are on her already and so she rolls her shoulders and prances closer, expression curious. "ain't mean to wake you," wb says by way of greeting, a not-quite apology from the girl whose eyes are fixed firmly on the glittering crystaline walls. "you live here or somethin'?"