[ wood smoke will always, always, always remind her of the howling commandos. that acrid lung-burning haze -- the kind that gets into all your clothing. peggy breathes it in as though it might transport her back to the front. canned beans and stories.
and peggy has been sitting here, a quarter-circle away, watching bruce out of the corner of her eye for quite some time now. they bivouacked with the same group. and although they've met before, they haven't really talked. right now seems like a perfect opportunity: other people have buggered off to find more wood or god-knows-what. for the moment, they're alone.
so she turns her body, shifts where she sits on a downed tree trunk, and telegraphs her intent to start a conversation. and while she could comment on the maths in the dirt -- you and tony both seem so intent on scribbling numbers where numbers have no business being -- she decides (ultimately) to table that observation for later.
for now: ]
What are your thoughts on yetis, Doctor Banner? Real or fantasy?
[ the firelight catches mischief in her eye. oh, yes, she's feeling a little bit like her old self. ]
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and peggy has been sitting here, a quarter-circle away, watching bruce out of the corner of her eye for quite some time now. they bivouacked with the same group. and although they've met before, they haven't really talked. right now seems like a perfect opportunity: other people have buggered off to find more wood or god-knows-what. for the moment, they're alone.
so she turns her body, shifts where she sits on a downed tree trunk, and telegraphs her intent to start a conversation. and while she could comment on the maths in the dirt -- you and tony both seem so intent on scribbling numbers where numbers have no business being -- she decides (ultimately) to table that observation for later.
for now: ]
What are your thoughts on yetis, Doctor Banner? Real or fantasy?
[ the firelight catches mischief in her eye. oh, yes, she's feeling a little bit like her old self. ]