Her head is going to hurt quite soon after even twenty minutes of this, Peggy suspects, but at the same time, she'd never want to turn it off and imply to Tony that she doesn't want him in her head. Still, thinking about the words, she narrows in on a few that she intends to pick up.

"Your father was a very strange man with very specific likes," she notes. "Like Velveeta," is the deadpan, her mind flickering to thoughts of him and Jarvis over breakfast, a warm and fond almost-memory that gives her joy. "What are you planning to do with Peter?" she asks, on the heels of that memory, hoping to get the truth from Tony.