Peggy takes a sip of her own sherry, her cheeks flushed somewhat from the compliment, though she murmurs a very genuine 'thank you' to Stella as she turns towards the music, drifting over so that she can give it another few cranks to ensure it will keep playing for another few minutes. "It is. It's the only record, so we'll either listen to it on loop or have some awkward silences that I hope are filled by conversation," Peggy says, staring down at the record player with a fondness that comes of seeing something from her time.

"I thought that this might also be a nice use for some of the gifts. They were quite generous and lavish, but there are some received that I would much rather share. The alcohol, for one," she admits, lest she end up existing on liquors as a source of calories.

"Now, the more important question looms," she warns teasingly. "Do you dance?"