"That's it exactly," Peggy enthused with a smile. She was always pleased when Bucky seemed settled in his skin, able to talk through memory without getting flustered, melancholy, or worse, and it did relieve her tremendously to know that Bucky and Steve were spending time together again. While she'd never gotten the opportunity to see them pal around the way they must've before the Games separated them- before she swept into their lives to teach deportment and manners, how to smile on cue and use all the utensils on a table rather than leaping in like someone might take the food any moment- she could imagine well enough. Wishful thinking in some ways, she supposed, but there was always time for things to change for the better.
They'd both survived, after all. That had been the biggest hurdle. Peggy hadn't been able to do much to help get them beyond that, but there was something to be said for moral support. She hoped just as much could be said for how she remained, lingering behind for moments like this one.
Winking when she caught his eye, she swept a hint of sugar and splash of milk into her own coffee before setting about making syrup out of his. "One toothache, coming right up." The spoon tinkled merrily against the glass, briefly catching Moo's attention, making the kitten squirm in renewed effort to get down onto the counter. Peggy adjusted her grip, careful not to let her little charge get away, and moved to set Bucky's coffee near to his elbow (but nowhere in danger of being knocked down).
She retrieved her own glass and resumed her seat, setting Moo down with a little saucer of milk that would, with luck, keep the kitten distracted long enough for Bucky to finish cooking without any furry accompaniment. "I'm glad it's what you were looking for, and that you're using it sparingly," she murmured, amusement creasing the corners of dark eyes. "But I think I'll refrain. More for you that way."