[She isn't wrong in her approach to the morning; Rip's thoughts run much along the same lines, because he knows damn well what would have transpired had the night seen him capable of the act. Intent in this case proves every bit as potent as action, leaves the heavy weight of consequence resting unquietly in the air between them, even as Rip fusses with the kettle and fetches what ingredients he needs from the closet. Fresh ginger, rich and aromatic, partnered with lemon and, though Peggy hasn't been warned, honey. He expects that'll earn him a comment anyway once she tastes the sweetness on her lips—but given that the last time she provided him with tea, it had been without sweetener of any sort? Now seems a fine enough moment for revenge.
Particularly when she makes her remark about black tea. Rip spares her a glance and a frown over his shoulder, but makes no comment aloud once she relents.
About more than one matter, it would seem; he's prepping that little knob of ginger when she confesses that her outward appearance is helped by prior experience. Punishment details and military inspections, and in spite of the rolling waves of nausea and aching pain flowing steadily through his body, Rip finds himself willing to grin.]
And how many punishment details did you have to endure before you mastered the art of hiding it?
[ It's a momentary distraction, he knows—but as pleasant a topic as they're likely to find while the tea brews. Certainly they can at least wait until they each have a cuppa before they strike at the heart of the matter.]
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Particularly when she makes her remark about black tea. Rip spares her a glance and a frown over his shoulder, but makes no comment aloud once she relents.
About more than one matter, it would seem; he's prepping that little knob of ginger when she confesses that her outward appearance is helped by prior experience. Punishment details and military inspections, and in spite of the rolling waves of nausea and aching pain flowing steadily through his body, Rip finds himself willing to grin.]
And how many punishment details did you have to endure before you mastered the art of hiding it?
[ It's a momentary distraction, he knows—but as pleasant a topic as they're likely to find while the tea brews. Certainly they can at least wait until they each have a cuppa before they strike at the heart of the matter.]