"Actually, I think the best thing on this table is what you gave me," Peggy admits, lifting up the bottle of Sherry and then the glass that she'd poured for herself. She pours a second and offers it out to Stella, feeling relieved and grateful to see her, a warm smile on her lips. "I'm glad you came," she says. "I know I'm being somewhat selfish, but it was this or I was going to have to wear the dress while I was out gathering firewood and I really don't think it would have lasted very long, doing that."

The gifts are a new level of odd that Peggy is finding it hard to come to terms with. After all, she's more than grateful for them, but she doesn't think there's very much shopping around, so how is it that all these gifts arrived from the people she's surrounded by and where did they come from?