"That," Peggy replied primly, just a hair too tart for there to be any grain of truth in a word she was saying, "Would be terribly convoluted, wouldn't it? Quite the conspiracy all to accommodate your dental care." She clucked her tongue, mock-disapproving, but couldn't quite hide the way amusement glittered in her eyes or twitched at the corners of her lips. There was plenty Peggy had done to manipulate people into things (most of them for their own good, of course), but she generally chose to approach things head-on. It was cleaner, neater, and easier.
Most of the time. There were always exceptions, of course, and two of the most bullheaded people she knew often required the most ingenuity. Seriously. It had to be in the water out here.
Huffing, she shook her head. "Tony's in his own category, all by himself." He always had been, point of fact, because the way Peggy related to him had little to do with her understanding of the rest of the world at large. Tony was unique. She understood him better than some, but she also had quite a lot more patience that helped her along. "Don't tell him. He'll only take it as a compliment."
She wrinkled her nose at the idea of trendy food being even remotely approachable for Bucky's skills (or interests), and reached to rescue her butter knife before Moo could knock it to the floor by being a little over-enthusiastic in sampling anything within reach on the table. "Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, I hear. You're better off sticking with that." She somehow kept herself from teasing that it would help him in keeping his two new lovers, but only because she could tell that he couldn't see the humor in joking about it however obliquely. Peggy generally thought that if one couldn't laugh about life's absurdities, one would have to cry and, frankly, that was wasted energy and emotion.