"Quite possibly," Peggy admits, setting a few pieces of dried bread down on the table. They're not going to be the scones she wants them to be, but she's also not talented enough to be able to make such a thing. She'll have to simply make do. "Enough oddities have happened that I could make a case for this being some sort of experiment."

"What I don't understand is why the people who are here," she admits, sipping her tea. "Especially since some people stay a while, like me, and others tend to pulse in and out." Perhaps they were needed, somehow? Only, that's insulting to her, because why not need her?