[And yet. But if she's expecting guilt or something of its kin at her shock, Peggy will find herself doubly disappointed. Certainly Rip carries the weight of the current happenings on his shoulders—but not eating properly doesn't quite meet muster when it comes to sparking guilt in him, it would seem.
Likely nothing he mutters his way through next helps his case either. Moreover, Peggy takes his complaint as opportunity to again point out the box of pastries. Yes, they are still there, still within easy reach even before she so unsubtly pushes them his way. Knowing there's not much choice now but to relent, Rip only huffs a short breath before reaching into the box, getting powdered sugar on his fingers as he goes for the tart.]
I'd prefer sugar in my tea. [He says dryly before yes, at last, taking a bite of the pastry. Bad mood aside, the taste is rather pleasant—and because of the event, he's forced to admit it.
Although he does manage to sound miserable when he does so. There's that.] These are quite good; you didn't make them, did you?
[Please tell him she hasn't gone to that much trouble.]
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Likely nothing he mutters his way through next helps his case either. Moreover, Peggy takes his complaint as opportunity to again point out the box of pastries. Yes, they are still there, still within easy reach even before she so unsubtly pushes them his way. Knowing there's not much choice now but to relent, Rip only huffs a short breath before reaching into the box, getting powdered sugar on his fingers as he goes for the tart.]
I'd prefer sugar in my tea. [He says dryly before yes, at last, taking a bite of the pastry. Bad mood aside, the taste is rather pleasant—and because of the event, he's forced to admit it.
Although he does manage to sound miserable when he does so. There's that.] These are quite good; you didn't make them, did you?
[Please tell him she hasn't gone to that much trouble.]