Peggy hummed softly in her throat, nodding. She didn't like to say that that level of practice was barely worth it at all to her; she was one of those who practised long and daily to perfect the art of something. "I'm not sure that's the most effective method for you," she said, pulling out her Walther PPK from its beloved case. "When I was 18, it was three hours a day every day. Did the trick."
Flexing her fingers, she loaded up her pistol; "14 weeks and we haven't found out the sex yet. I'm leaving it up to James to decide." she said politely, "Big baby, one hopes."