[ The first bit makes her brows raise sharply; because, yes, it is startling just how offhand Dirk makes running for one's life sound. Not that Peggy is unfamiliar with the situation, she's had to do it once or twice herself, but she's not about to admit to that. Nor did she expect to hear it from the gentleman across from her — which isn't saying much, a lot of people's lives aren't what they seem. She's proof positive of that. ]

Well, then.

[ Which is a terribly polite, English way of saying nothing at all in the face of something unexpected. Peggy clears her throat gently and latches onto the next thing (filing away the first for later). ]

I wouldn't be opposed to reading about amphibians in iambic pentameter, [ Peggy teases lightly. ] Although I do wonder if fairytales exist in a world where magic is very much a part of life.