[Ben's poison of choice is a dark and dulcet wine, a glass cradled carefully in his hand as he turns to Peggy and smiles in greeting.]
You look lovely, Miss Carter. I certainly am, yes, and yourself?
[Despite his formal words, his movements are more at ease than their last meeting, perhaps eased by the wine and festivities. He's so put together, it's hard to tell.]
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You look lovely, Miss Carter. I certainly am, yes, and yourself?
[Despite his formal words, his movements are more at ease than their last meeting, perhaps eased by the wine and festivities. He's so put together, it's hard to tell.]