Oh, Howard. Peggy wonders how he'd gone so long without, but all that she can do is the mental math in her head as she imagines twenty years onwards and what a Howard Stark would be like at that age when he's already so easily distracted and insufferable when she knows him. "Gin and tonic will do nicely," she says, because she's not in the mood to sample some exotic fruit and food pairing simply because Tony has found it appealing.
"It was 1947 when I left," she says, "and I was staying in your father's mansion in Los Angeles, or just outside, rather," she says. "I had been hoping to entreat on his hospitality and stay a touch longer, given that I had worked myself around to staying until I was brought here."
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Date: 2017-09-25 02:32 am (UTC)"It was 1947 when I left," she says, "and I was staying in your father's mansion in Los Angeles, or just outside, rather," she says. "I had been hoping to entreat on his hospitality and stay a touch longer, given that I had worked myself around to staying until I was brought here."