Peggy smirked an identical smirk back at her. "God no. I was an awful tomboy. My mother despised it really, but I was lucky enough that she let me by myself when I was younger. Your uncle Michael was the apple of my eye, and I wanted to be like him. We used to sword fight and I had knight's armour. I felt a little lost after he went to war in 39...." Getting lost in her memories of her beloved older brother, Peggy distracted herself with tea. Seeing how the younger Mouse idolised Stevie would always remind her of herself and Michael. "Well, I was a little hellion to say the least. Worse than you."