Peggy can't help her delighted smile for the compliment. While hardly vain, she's still rather happy with the gifts that she's been given, because wearing the same navy blue scrubs day after day had left her feeling a little terrible. With actual soap, shampoo, and proper clothing, she feels like a brand new woman -- the kind that isn't trapped in a village for reasons she can't begin to understand. "You look lovely yourself, Raleigh," Peggy promises, setting down the bottle of sherry in order to greet him with a kiss to his cheek.

Noting the lack of stubble and hair, she raises her brow. "All shaved and everything! I hardly recognise you!" she informs him with a bright smile. "Now, what would you like to drink? Let me at least pretend to be a good hostess."