It all feels so odd to imagine that they have something as precious as time. Peggy had counted on it, but then his plane had gone down. Now that he's back again, she doesn't want to waste any more of it, because who knows what could happen that would take him away from her all over again.

She starts a little when it seems that the music has stopped, because she doesn't want this night to end. In point of fact, she wants to ensure that they have the night and the morning.

Perhaps it's time to start laying those seeds. "I'd love one," she agrees. "Do you want to have it here, or perhaps we might find somewhere quieter? Adjacent to yours?"