Siggy was thoughtful and aware. She had qualities about her that the agent both liked and disliked. There was a protective strength there within the woman, a flame that had almost been snuffed entirely out by the water in which she had emerged from.
A glance at the clock. Peggy sighed and nodded but said nothing to reprimand or scold the other. She had seen the error of her own ways without Peggy rubbing it in. She was smart, the Viking.
"If you can give me a good idea of the things you like to eat, perhaps the store would have something to the equivalent. I know it isn't exactly like your home, but as long as this place stands you are welcome to make it as much yours as it is mine. If you need something or want something, you know you can ask and I shall try to accommodate you." Peggy couldn't meet every demand or need, but she could try.
Standing, the agent went to the kitchen to put the kettle on. She wasn't going to dare look into the oven. Not yet. "I'll have Steve come by and show you how to operate it. I'm afraid that my skills with it are about the same as yours. It's much fancier than I had imagined it being."