Re: Sunday Dinner
"And I will too. The perfect thing to toast, Howard, love." Peggy clinked her glasses with theirs and took a sip. Wine wasn't really her poison but she could do worse, she supposed. Peggy's feet were glad of the rest too.
Peggy served Stevie with some vegetables, potatoes and gravy, mashed with her fork a little as Bucky helped himself. She chuckled, and handed Stevie a spoon, "James, you might want to pace yourself." Peggy beamed in happiness that he liked it and she knew Steve was loving family dinner with their friends together. "Don't let Steve steal all the beef." her eyes twinkled in mirth.