The floral apron on him made her giggle girlishly, entirely for no reason though it was amusing to see a muscled man in such a girlish item. What was more, it suited him. Peggy let him fuss with his hands on her waist, knowing she was torn and worn and tired.
"I'm fine, I'm fine." she promised, kissing the end of his nose. "Hungry again. What are you making?" she was pleading with her eyes for more food.