[She drinks and he waits, right up to the moment where she offers him a two-fingered salute that sees him rolling his head back even as he scoffs. Now it almost doesn't matter that her choice is a rational one. The reasons may have fallen in line, but the core of it all, the spark, is something entirely beneath her as far as Rip is concerned.]

So to be sure I understand this clearly. [After all, they've both imbibed a decent amount of alcohol; Peggy's left a fair gap in the bottle she'd claimed for herself during their discussion, and Rip started off drunk, so they really should take the time to be sure they understand each other--especially as Rip is about to be right.] We started this little Wednesday tradition of ours because you refused to let Wonderland dictate our--relationship.

[He nearly spits out the word; even now, it feels too personal, too close to the heart. But if it does for him, then certainly, Rip thinks, it will for her too.

He points a finger in the air now, moving it about as he continues on.] And now, after another event, you've decide to call the whole thing off, and why? Because you think I'm going to turn my nose up at you.

[He shakes his head then, and oh, if she's expected his disappointment, then job well done Peggy Carter. She's earned it.]

You're a hell of a lot better than that, Miss Carter.