Peggy's got the door half open, intending to call over to Graves the moment she hears him enter as she works on putting together a small little assortment of tea and biscuits, wishing that they were far fresher than they are, but knowing that her baking is actually abysmal and she wouldn't wish that on anyone in the world. Once she's sure that it's open and ready for visitors, she settles back on the sofa, smoothing her skirt as she does. While she's aware that this is her home, there's a sense of organization and time that goes into putting your face on and dressing up to take on company.

"What do you think?" she calls out to Stella, while they wait on their guest to join them. She's been staring at the puzzle for so long that the pieces are genuinely blurring together, she worries, and normally she needs a breakthrough or a new lens on the situation. Glancing towards the door, she thinks she hears a noise there on the stoop. "Come in!" she calls. "It's open!"