Peggy's smile lingered, not dimmed a fraction at what might've been perceived by some as a threat- however absurd. "Maybe that's what I'm going for," she countered, sweetly. "If someone's going to dare you to do something ridiculous, better the worst you get out of it is a stomach ache and a trip to have your teeth checked." There were far more self-destructive things on the table than rotting the teeth out of his head, though even thinking about it made Peggy's fairly active imagination produce an image she didn't like. He'd always been handsome, after all. She didn't think anything could change that.
Watching the kitten's antics, she didn't bother to hide a smile. It was good to see Bucky invested in something else; something that took care, that needed the gentleness that he was capable of showing in softer, unguarded moments. Clint had his moments of genius, Peggy would have to admit. She owed him a visit soon, and made mental note while setting aside her coffee to carefully fend off the interloper on her plate.
Oh, she was going to be spoiled rotten, that one.
"It's always worth the trip," Peggy answered, manicured fingers curled around her coffee, "Especially when I get to visit my two favorite men and both of them feed me." She'd have to give them distance, after this. The gossip circulating mandated it, meant she had to back off for a while to play up her discontent. It was fine, of course. Peggy had errands to run and people to speak to, and this was a good an excuse as any.