[ her scoff -- quiet as it is -- isn't meant maliciously. it's more like a tuft of surprise caught in the back of her throat. as though, somehow, she hadn't expected the conversation to take so simple a turn. peggy's grateful, really. ]

I prefer men to boys, a PPK to just about all else, and my lipstick dark and red. [ in that order. but something akin to a smile cracks across her lips. ]

-- I've got the gun. Cosmetics were tricky, at first, until I figured out how the closets worked. And I'm not much in the market for a man.

[ well. so much for smiling. ]