"I'd like to imagine that people are receiving far more useful items than what I did," she says, given that she'd been grateful for her collection at the time, but with some distance, it all seems rather frivolous, the sorts of things that do no good in the long run. She would much rather food or books or weapons, that is, if she can't get a drawn map of the way out of here.

Glancing aside when she sees someone else feverish and flushed, she has to wonder how many people have been impacted so far. "You could always convince Kate to turn one of the lunches into a bit of a fete, I suppose," Peggy points out. "Now that I live with Stella, I would never want to force such an event on her."

It had been a lovely last hurrah, in that last home of hers, after Bucky had vanished. Now, though, she'd rather attend than host.