[ for a moment she looks almost morose. torn, a little, between having said too much and not explained enough. and maybe freya finds a nerve and maybe there's some that's misunderstood but it doesn't change the funny little eloquence of the advice.

so! silence reigns. peggy breathes in. and then she laughs -- sharp and hot like gunfire. ]

You know, I'll drink to that. [ she reaches for her glass. she tries not to think about how part of what she's fated to do will hurt a lot of people. ] Truth is, I think I sometimes trust the unsolicited advice above the solicited. You're less likely to hear only what you want to hear.