[He says nothing when she takes her drink, though perhaps she can find a level of certainty in the smug satisfaction showing in Rip's eyes when she once more puts on a face of disgust at the flavor. Of course the kettle is there should she wish to use it herself--but far be it from Rip to point that out, even now.
Besides, considering the time that Peggy's from? He doubts she could leave anything in that cup without feeling some twinge of wrongness about it. Never mind that Wonderland would seem to be the land of plenty; mend and make do, always.
It's part of her stubbornness that Rip rather appreciates, even beyond moments such as this which see him take advantage of it.
Oh, but her question--and it is a question, rather than a non-negotiable demand--brings quite a different brand of mischievous thought into his head. There's really only one reason why she'd be asking after his beard now, and Rip puts on a show of considering it, despite knowing his answer immediately.
It affords him a few seconds to pick up his mug once more.]
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Besides, considering the time that Peggy's from? He doubts she could leave anything in that cup without feeling some twinge of wrongness about it. Never mind that Wonderland would seem to be the land of plenty; mend and make do, always.
It's part of her stubbornness that Rip rather appreciates, even beyond moments such as this which see him take advantage of it.
Oh, but her question--and it is a question, rather than a non-negotiable demand--brings quite a different brand of mischievous thought into his head. There's really only one reason why she'd be asking after his beard now, and Rip puts on a show of considering it, despite knowing his answer immediately.
It affords him a few seconds to pick up his mug once more.]
...I dare say you'll get used to it, Miss Carter.
[Cheers; Rip drains the final bit of his tea.]