Peggy can't help her rueful laugh as she looks to the tables. "I wish that I could pretend to be terrible and then hustle you, but I'm afraid I didn't spend much of my time with pool," she confesses. "Now, if we're talking about a game of darts, I'm far more adept."

She had been a sharpshooter to help with the work of the regiments, so she thinks her aim is better than her ability with a cue. "We'll have to play at some point tonight and loser will drink the rest of their glass, I imagine?"