Peggy barely moved from her spot, staring out into the garden and day dreaming, as she was often found to be doing. The smell of tea brought her back and she tilted her head up at Steve, "You're lucky I know your gait or I could have killed you for sneaking up on me, Rogers." she said with a small smile. "And good morning, thank you."
She pulled the tin mug - smiling that he remembered it - towards herself and inhaled deeply, letting the richness soothe her like it did. "I didn't wake you, did I?" she asked, noticing the baby monitor in his hand.