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[ as trojan horses go, this one is almost palatable. nevertheless (while reclining in the captain's chair) she finds herself sighing in mild indignation when she realizes just how non-urgent steve's missive truly is. although she spares a private smile for its deadline: may.

so peggy reads the list once, twice, thrice. resenting and relishing different entries on each pass-through. she's got a lot of questions, a few observations, and perhaps a bone or two of contention -- but for now? ]

How magnanimous of you to give me a lonely little wildcard of my own tacked on at the tail-end of your demands.

Start your own list, we'll do those too.

It'll make the deadline a bit harder to meet but you know what they say, where there's a will.

[ is he in a terribly good mood? he must be in a terribly good mood. ]

All by May. Bit ambitious, isn't it?

Well, we're not slackers.

Some of these can be done on the same day.

Oh, can they? Terribly efficient. Give us an example.

[ peggy's perfectly capable of imagining her own examples but -- well, she's not made of stone. she rather likes the idea of the list, no matter how skeptical she is of some of its entries. ]

Not very hard to eat ice cream while watching a movie.

Some people do that all the time.

[ or so he heard. ]

[ well! she certainly isn't about to refuse ice cream. but a film? if there's any hill upon which she might make a stand -- ]

I suppose you've got a feature in mind?

Well there isn't a big selection but the Princess Bride is pretty good.

The Princess Bride.

[ pause a moment, dear steve rogers, and think about how that title comes across. ]

Don't judge a book by its cover. It's a classic.

It can't be that classic.

[ classics are greek! roman! renaissance! she finds it a difficult pill to swallow that anything beyond her current year could ever be considered a 'classic' by someone else's standards.

but back to his list -- ] What about the letters? What do you mean by that?

I'm all in for these messages but it's still not really the same as letters.

I'll write one for you, you'll write back.

Steve, we live together...

[ letters hardly seem necessary. but then again, she considers what a comfort it might have been to have a packet of letters stowed away. after the war. so many did, after all -- scraps of affection hoarded and kept. and what if he left, again?

hell, what if she left? ]

Alright. I'm game for the letters, at least.