"We definitely need more of them," Peggy agrees, leaning forward to order them another round from the bar, though this time she thinks that it would be better to have something a little less sweet. "Can we have something else?" she coaxes the bartender. "Whiskeys, two of them. Strong as you like."

With a firm nod, she gives Wanda a pleased smile. "Thank you for coming out for this and not making me feel rather pathetic."