Peggy follows after, arching her brow as she regards him. Speculatively, she gives a soft hum as she takes a seat. "I don't know, the chocolate started to taste good after a few years," she deadpans, because it had been pure and simple brainwashing, she believes, that she'd ever thought of any of the rations as tasty.

"To this day, I can't stand the taste of meat broth," she shares as she moves her cutlery around. "And I was lucky enough to be stationed with a very fussy eater with plenty of money to throw around." At least, she had been until she'd gone into the field with Steve's boys.