[He certainly had -- there's been more than a little peacocking about the fact that he'd been acknowledged as Peggy's "favorite," and it was so endearing she could hardly call it a fault. And she also knew that a second meeting had left him in a bit of a mood that he hadn't really been able to articulate. So this is a check on Fitz, and indeed, who would know better than she?]

I see. And how is that?

[She casually sips her own surprise whiskey, not showing nearly as much comportment in doing so -- she's used to a mixed drink or beer, something altogether more mild than the bite of a whiskey.]