"Maid of honour," John corrects from where he's standing nearby, then smiles as he moves to join Peggy at the bar. He'd seen her come in earlier, but he'd given her a chance to actually view what he'd set up before coming over to say hello, not wanting her to tell him she enjoyed it just because he'd ambushed her without giving her a chance to take it all in. But she seems relieved and there's no scowl in place.

He thinks he's made her happy. Before Darrow, it had been a long while since he'd had cause to do such a thing.

"But I passed the test then," he says, leaning against the bar to order a drink for himself. "Would you have fired me if I'd failed to throw the proper party?"