Instinctively, Peggy tilts her head to expose more of her neck. Leans forward to kiss his cheek, the corner of his mouth.

"I haven't spoken with her much, but yes, we should consider it," she says, resting both hands at his shoulders and shifting herself to his lap. Her legs slide around his waist, the skirt of her nightgown bunching up at hers.

"What was it about this time?"