Stalking is a terribly crude word, Peggy thinks. And yet, despite her dislike of the word, it's the most apt for what she's been doing recently with the rain having made the canyons somewhat inaccessible. Margaery has told her plenty of her gentleman and Peggy thinks it a ridiculous thing that she's yet to properly meet him and vet him.

So she may have followed him a little before broaching the actual meeting. It's hardly like it's hurting anyone. Now, though, with the weather returning to good form, she thinks it's time for an official introduction. Using her hand to shield herself from the sun, she sights him near the beans and begins her journey over. "Morning!" she greets brightly. "Would you like a hand?"