Peter and Peggy
Peggy fixed herself a plate of unfamiliar food - at least she tried to be adventurous in her eating habits since arriving in the 23rd century; anything here couldn't be worse than war rations or anything she ate while on the front lines - and picked up a glass of a light purple liquid over ice. She made her way through the room, greeting her fellow travelers, before spotting Peter sitting on a couch and heading that way. "Mr. Parker," she said with a warm smile. She gestured to the couch. "Do you mind if I join you?"