In the deepest, most tucked away part of her, Peggy loves and will never get tired of watching Steve interact with their children. She smiles at the scene softly, then straightens back into business-mode.

Even if she's not home as often as Steve, Peggy thinks at this point she'd still prefer the agent in a place that's easier to keep an eye on him; especially now that she knows he won't harm her daughters.

"Like it or not, you are stuck here for the time being." Here apparently being another time. "We have a guestroom you may use. It's likely the safest place for you, to be frank." It's her approval for Steve's original offer.

She turns to the girls, though Josephine has taken to rambling out the window. She's waving and pointing, but the behavior is so common, none of them give it a second thought. Peggy knows her daughters, at least the elder two, are smart enough to have at least picked up his name by this point, so she doesn't bother with belated proper introductions.

"While he's here, especially among the company of anyone else, let's call him Uncle Barton, all right?"