[Perhaps they have done things entirely out of their proper order, yet it's hardly a concept Rip's unfamiliar with. His entire profession rests on the fact that for 99.9% of all the people to ever exist, time would be experienced in a linear fashion—and for the rest, it must be navigated carefully, lest their disruptions shatter the flow of what has happened and what should be.
Fitting, then, that Peggy latches on to work first. A matter of priorities, as she had said, and Rip shows little reaction when she picks up her notebook. He's taken care to not write on the pages themselves; rather there's all manner of inserts and adhesive notes, a key written out where he's solved her cypher and made a quick reference for himself tucked between the pages. All that's left is to finish going through it, but—point to what Peggy has said—Rip has been taken his time with the thing, picking it up and putting it down as one might expect a person to do with a hobby rather than a matter of work.
But they do have all manner of time to fill here. After nearly a year, Rip understands the value of having a project; he's been less keen on ending this one so quickly. Maybe moreso now, if Peggy decides she'd take the work and dump off everything else.
She isn't wrong, however. Regardless of anything more to come (or to be avoided), the effort to return to their respective worlds should come first.] I enjoy working with you as well, Miss Carter. [Echoed because even this much of an admission causes Peggy to falter in her expression, and certainly she deserves to know that their thoughts run mutual in this regard.]
And I agree with your sentiment. We both must keep our eyes on the prize, as they say. [The pleasures that might be found in Wonderland are at best momentary indulgences, distractions from the dangers and the hardships those trapped within this world are forced to suffer.
However pleasant those diversions truly are.
He almost continues on, to point out that diversions can take on many forms—but he's put the onus on Peggy, and she's shouldered it admirably thus far. It would be unfair of Rip to let some manner of impatience show just then, so he swallows his words with a touch of tea, waits for her to be ready for whatever part she deems suitable to come next.]
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Fitting, then, that Peggy latches on to work first. A matter of priorities, as she had said, and Rip shows little reaction when she picks up her notebook. He's taken care to not write on the pages themselves; rather there's all manner of inserts and adhesive notes, a key written out where he's solved her cypher and made a quick reference for himself tucked between the pages. All that's left is to finish going through it, but—point to what Peggy has said—Rip has been taken his time with the thing, picking it up and putting it down as one might expect a person to do with a hobby rather than a matter of work.
But they do have all manner of time to fill here. After nearly a year, Rip understands the value of having a project; he's been less keen on ending this one so quickly. Maybe moreso now, if Peggy decides she'd take the work and dump off everything else.
She isn't wrong, however. Regardless of anything more to come (or to be avoided), the effort to return to their respective worlds should come first.] I enjoy working with you as well, Miss Carter. [Echoed because even this much of an admission causes Peggy to falter in her expression, and certainly she deserves to know that their thoughts run mutual in this regard.]
And I agree with your sentiment. We both must keep our eyes on the prize, as they say. [The pleasures that might be found in Wonderland are at best momentary indulgences, distractions from the dangers and the hardships those trapped within this world are forced to suffer.
However pleasant those diversions truly are.
He almost continues on, to point out that diversions can take on many forms—but he's put the onus on Peggy, and she's shouldered it admirably thus far. It would be unfair of Rip to let some manner of impatience show just then, so he swallows his words with a touch of tea, waits for her to be ready for whatever part she deems suitable to come next.]