[He might have remarked on that admission of friendship, particularly where Ray is concerned. After all, Rip knows exactly what Dr. Palmer is like when it comes to such matters, how he insists and pushes and never relents, believing always in something better to be. But before he can question if she'd been goaded into accepting Ray's likely proclamations as truth, Peggy cites what is perhaps the truest source of their connection. The strange little event that tied them together, not unlike it had Rip and Peggy too.

Though in a completely different fashion, when it comes to the details.]

...Yes, quite. I, ah, do remember it quite well. [She grabs a tart from the box and Rip is reminded that he two has one in there, now perhaps best used in case of the emergency of speaking too much.

For example?]

I hadn't realized he was the one you were making excuses to when you and I had our little date. [Not a revelation he meant to speak out loud. The proclamation of "bollocks" is quickly muffled. Good thing he does like the flavor of the bakewells; it'd be a shame to have to suddenly fill his mouth with a taste he hated.]