Peter sat across from her and returned the smile she offered, watching her enjoy the vodka, and tilted his head a bit then took a long sip. He shrugged, "We have all the time in the world, and yet we all fall into the same tropes as we did at home. Work, work, work, swimming and reading are held for a special time."
He licked the vodka from his lips then tilted his head a tiny bit, "How have you been, Peggy? Have you managed to figure out those problems of the heart you were having before?"