[ Peggy's tucked in the corner of her kitchen, content to watch the festivities for a few moments. It's not that she's overwhelmed β at least, not in any bad way; she's immensely touched by all of this β but taking a bit of a pause to let everyone mingle and get to know each other seems reasonable.
Well, that... and she's breaking out the whiskey from its hiding place. And when Jamie passes by, she holds a glass out to him; her own sits on the countertop by her hip. ]
I think this may be more suited to your tastes. [ She certainly prefers it to wine. She lifts her glass in a bit of a toast, smiling as she tries not to think about the last time she saw him (the rescue at the Institute). ] Cheers.
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Well, that... and she's breaking out the whiskey from its hiding place. And when Jamie passes by, she holds a glass out to him; her own sits on the countertop by her hip. ]
I think this may be more suited to your tastes. [ She certainly prefers it to wine. She lifts her glass in a bit of a toast, smiling as she tries not to think about the last time she saw him (the rescue at the Institute). ] Cheers.