"Yes," Peggy agreed with an enigmatic smile, a hint of mischief lurking in dark eyes, "Syrup is lovely. I completely understand why you drink a cup of it in the morning." Maybe he did genuinely enjoy the taste, and that was perfectly all right. To each his or her own, Peggy supposed, though she did wonder about his teeth. It wasn't her job to worry about how camera-presentable he might be, not anymore, but it was a hard habit to shake nonetheless.
She watched the kitten end up with more milk on her than in her, a messier eater than some of the children she'd seen, and sipped at coffee still a shade too hot to comfortably drink. "I did look into it before procuring some," she assured, though he probably already knew she wouldn't hand over anything harmful. "It doesn't seem to have any awful side effects, though I also couldn't find anyone who said they'd used it in large quantities or long term, so that that as you will." Hopefully it was caution enough that he wouldn't overdo it, but she'd long ago given up in trying to talk sense into anyone from this particular district.
She was more or less convinced that something stubborn must be in the water. It was either that, or there was something highly contagious that the residents here were passing back and forth, certain to make the lot of them stubborn as mules and twice as rebellious.
Not that she could say anything. Peggy wasn't much better... though that did led credence to her contagion theory. She'd been coming out to Eight for years and years now.
When food made its appearance, she tilted open the box of pastries for a look. She had a sweet tooth, too. It simply didn't extend to coffee. "It's great, thanks." She nabbed a croissant that seemed to have some kind of glaze on it and added it to her plate before tucking in. "If we hurry, we might not have to share it with your cow."