[ oh for the love of! tsks and all! he's perfectly correct in his prediction -- peggy sits, chewing on a bite of cake, with her mouth bowed into a frown. she can't decide whether she's more annoyed by how her blitz failed her or by his chiding tone.
what doesn't annoy her -- not one bit -- is his question. surprising, maybe, except this whole conversation turns upon their ability to ask and answer in relative freedom.
the fork hangs from between her teeth while she taps out a fresh reply. ]
I chanced upon someone singing and playing a guitar. And I, inquiring further, thought I might like to hear more.
[ and he will be her means of discovery, she decides. peggy knows she could probably go to the library and uncover the sound for herself -- but she rather prefers the idea of drawing upon rip as the resource-rich connection that he is. a whole person full of experiences and preferences and personality.
besides, his musical curation thus far hasn't steered her a step wrong. ]
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what doesn't annoy her -- not one bit -- is his question. surprising, maybe, except this whole conversation turns upon their ability to ask and answer in relative freedom.
the fork hangs from between her teeth while she taps out a fresh reply. ]
I chanced upon someone singing and playing a guitar. And I, inquiring further, thought I might like to hear more.
[ and he will be her means of discovery, she decides. peggy knows she could probably go to the library and uncover the sound for herself -- but she rather prefers the idea of drawing upon rip as the resource-rich connection that he is. a whole person full of experiences and preferences and personality.
besides, his musical curation thus far hasn't steered her a step wrong. ]