Peggy's thick lashes did a quick butterfly flutter. "His son," she repeated. "Ah." There was a lot in that single syllable. She wasn't precisely surprised that Howard had progeny, but she was surprised that said progeny bore his name and (apparently) enough of his good will to boast a Tower. Peggy was secretly quite pleased that Howard turned out to be enough of a man to get married and settle down. She smiled suddenly.
"A different future. In a hotel." Peggy sighed. "I can't imagine what was wrong with the time I was in. I was managing it well enough, I thought." Annoyance pressed the scarlet lips together, but that's all she said.
Peggy got a good grip on her bag and paused slightly, the sole of one heel coming to a soft scrape as she balanced on one foot. "Good God." She stared up at the tower. The letters were huge. "That is the most pretentious thing I've ever had the misfortune to see." She was not joking.
Peggy glanced around quickly, and found no one else was goggling at the massive building. "It's so unnecessary. What could he possibly require of so much space?"