"... That sounds rather ominous," Peggy observed, feeling a little at odds with the conflicting tone and message. Taking a seat, she tucked feet beneath her and tried not to fidget with the hem of her skirt, which really only led to fingers tracing idle patterns in the marble countertop instead. "But I'm glad you had a good time. I did, too. It was..."
How to sum it up neatly? Peggy's lips pursed, but only for a moment before she continued with a softer, "It was exactly what I hoped it would be."