[ Peggy didn't mind the quickness of his answer. It was a welcome distraction from her own thoughts and with a quick turn of her wrist, she's raising her glass towards Jack. ]
Then perhaps we should have a toast. To those who were lost and that we might see again one day.
It has a nice ring, wouldn't you agree?
[ and it's, perhaps, with a subtle surprise that Peggy's likewise thinking Jack is much, much easier to get along with now that he's wearing clothes. Perhaps she had dwelt on that for far too long. ]