Re: Sunday Dinner
Peggy kissed Howard on the cheek softly, feeling silly for reacting the way she had to his science. She sometimes forgot how the man was analytical and that he hasn't meant to worry her so much. Peggy beamed at Steve for the devilled eggs and still smacked his arm, "You'll both ruin your appetites." It was at that point the knock on the door came and she beamed, a spark in her eyes, "That'll be Bucky." She dashed for the door.
Checking her appearance again, Peggy opened up the wooden door and smirked, "Well, hello soldier. You're late." She crossed her arms and leant on the open door. "Excuse?"