[ grease the wheels, she says. peggy offers a hum. truth be told, apologies aren't a strength of hers. never were, might never be. and she knows that asking for a strategy now is little more than making certain she knows what hoops she might have to jump through if she needs fitz before he comes back 'round.
surely, he will. won't he? peg worries at her drink -- tapping the glass with tidy manicured nails. ]
I don't suppose you'll go as far as to drop some hints? Favourite treats?
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surely, he will. won't he? peg worries at her drink -- tapping the glass with tidy manicured nails. ]
I don't suppose you'll go as far as to drop some hints? Favourite treats?
[ oh, intel is intel. ]