"Language." She chastised softly, eyes firmly set on his cut, "Such a child." Peggy shook her head and cleaned the cut, carefully inspecting it for embedded dirt and grit. When she was satisfied, she got the clean water on the cloth and wiped it over, drying the thing with more antiseptic-dipped cotton.
"You remind me of your father a little in that regard." she muttered slowly, drying her hands before going to the kit again to pick out the steri strips. "He would remember the most complex of details, the most intricate of equations but ask him to remember my name and he'd tell you I was called Patty." she chuckled, "At least for the first month I knew him. After I made it clear he wasn't going to charm me into bed, he learned to remember my name."