[Peggy's grown so used to the habit of this that she's practically on auto-pilot as she works. Within a few moments, the water is boiling and she's able to put a small platter of food together from what they have, bringing fruits, tea, and some cured meats back with her, setting them down on the table so that he can poke at them as he likes.]
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I don't think I got your name. I'm Peggy.