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Who: Peggy Carter & YOU
Broadcast: Y, fleetwide.
Action: Aboard the Starstruck, if you like.
When: Today.

[ a video feed flickers to life, and fights for a moment to adequately focus on its subject. peggy carter sits in the kitchen aboard the starstruck, cup of tea and her elbow and half a biscuit in her hand. dabbing at crumbs, she sets her food aside and offers the network a bright smile. ]

That message -- the ominous one, in the bizarre language? It put me in mind of the sort of cryptograms and puzzles you might see in the Sunday paper. [ her expression is cheery enough, although she's not being wholly honest about her interest in such games. she won't be the one to say the words bletchley and park.] I loved them. Them, and crosswords. I thought maybe some of you might like them, too. [ ... ] We could do a few together. I'm not saying we all join a club, exactly, but back home they were always better solved in good company.

Let's start you off with one that's easy enough. But there's no shame in needing a hint, if needed. For what it's worth, the text I'm attaching is, in its deciphered form, English -- not yet certain how the augments' translation will handle it. We'll see.

BLSTKBC YLBSFKGISRX XL QIYT SL SFVBWIKAKJR STR QKBZ VX V XSRVZU EIFELXR — V ELKBS LB OTKYT STR XLIA QVU NKM KSX KBSRAARYSIVA RUR.

[ -- and then an afterthought: ]

...By chance, has anyone been brewing their own beer?

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Not too many.

[ is all he seems to be willing to say those that in itself is also a bit of a hint. ]

It passed the time.

And that's not an answer, Steve. [ she reaches for a spoon. turns it over in her hand for a moment, biding time while the tea steeps. ] How many is 'not too many'?

About two and a half.

[ give or take. He meets her gaze and assures: ]

It was worth it.

For tea! [ she almost sputters. peggy shifts as if to cross her arms -- sternly -- but finds the action averted by the simple need to deliver the cups to the table. sugar and cream are already out, and he can help herself. she'll drink hers black. ]

You're mad. That's what you are.

[ except she can empathize. she'd won her own prize at the marsiva, and she won't be handing it over to him until much nearer christmas. ]

It wasn't just the tea - !

[ said even as he helps himself to one spoonful of sugar. ]

They did have good food there.

[ so there, not entirely unreasonable. ]

Bit of a challenge to stuff your face and play at pinball. Simultaneously.

[ she tidies away her earlier, now-abandoned cup. peggy's all about the earl grey currently. as terse as she's being with him, the gift has clearly put a spring in her soul. ]

You say the sweetest things -

[ it's hardly scolding. If anything, he's terribly amused. ]

Don't they call it multitasking?

They do, when it pertains to work. Not play. Or snack-time.

[ cutting! but it all melts away when she takes that first lengthy sip of tea -- regardless of how scalding hot the water still is. she swallows her way through the flush of pain, it brings colour to her cheeks, and she sinks back on her chair with an audible sigh.

bloody hell but that's nice. ]

[ there is a comeback on the tip of his tongue but it seems that their argument is settled without it.

Arching an eyebrow, he offers her a smile. ]

Like I said,it was worth it.

If I shut my eyes -- [ and she does so ] -- I could almost imagine myself back in Britain.

[ the code-work had primed her for it; the tea has pulled the trigger. another sip, and she can nearly hear the chatter of the girls at their desks. bletchley. type-writers clacking and pens scribbling and that acrid drifting cigarette smoke. not the best year of her life, but she hardly regrets it. ]

[ he knows this well; there are memories right there behind her eyelids. he's not sure of what and who but they are all connected to the simple scent and taste of tea. ]

Why only almost?

Doesn't smell the same. [ she taps the side of her nose, and only then opens her eyes -- goodwill lingers here, and her expression says thank you far quicker than her words ever will. ]

Makes sense.

[ this world doesn't have that much in common with any sort of home. if there is one thing most people he knows have in common, it's how foreign this place seems to be to them. all aside of jim kirk, who, so far, seems to be mostly at ease with this sort of scenery. ]

You gotta admit, it was nice of them to at least hand out two of these.

[ the boxes, that is. ]

Even so. After today, I'll have to start rationing the bags. [ already, she feels a little too indulgent. peggy drinks, again, and savours the flavour in the back of her mouth. ] Tell me off if I start going through them too quickly, won't you?

That depends.

[ he picks the box, counts the number of the remaining tea bags ]

define too quickly.

[ picking one up, he frowns ]

now that we have those, maybe once we land again, we can try and create something similar.

No more than one a day -- at least that little. Let the other cups be filler, I suppose, but leave me unchecked and I'll have the lot of it drunk by Christmas.

[ this is a serious conversation isn't it? but he doesn't bite back the laughter that slips out exactly because of this seriousness. ]

Maybe I should just keep the boxes? I'll give you a bag every morning for breakfast.

[ she looks up at him, suddenly all-temper. ] What? And have you doling out tea-bags like some kind of allowance? As if I'm a -- [ overspending housewife.

mouth snaps shut. she buries her attention in another lengthy drink of good, strong tea. and when she's done, she seems to collapse back into her chair. ] You're not my quartermaster. You're...

[ ah, there's the problem. ] I don't know what to call you.

Is it much worse than me trying to keep count on them while they're out here?

[ he doesn't smile but it's present in his tone. he learned to simply live with those changes in her temper. he arches an eyebrow, however. ]

--- Are you looking for an insult or a definition?

[ ah but there's that smile; though it's crooked, more of a grin, really. ]

[ oh, it's like she can sniff out indignity. it's hiding, there, under the sound of his voice. back on that way-station, he'd as much as said it: her anger becomes endearing. well, then!

peggy sees fit to rope him into the same embarrassment heaped upon her not too long ago: ] Max called you my lover.

[ after she'd called him her mother hen. somehow, though, this is what sticks with her.

she waits -- eager, perhaps, to see him half-so-flustered as she'd been. ]

[ the eyebrow remains arched, though he at least bothers to put the tea cup down. so this is what this is about, then. for once, the fumbling seems to be kept under control, maybe to balance her own indignation. ]

it tops me being your colleague.

[ stands to reason, after all. ]

you'd rather them calling us sweethearts?

[ hmph. peggy can just about barely meet his eyes -- but it's an important conversation, really, and so she forces herself to look at him squarely. ]

Sweethearts. Makes us sound like we're writing love-letters with silly little acronyms written on the envelopes. [ s.w.a.l.k.

she crosses her arms. ] I'm not asking what they should call us. To hell with them, [ whoever they are. ] I want to know what you'd like to be called.

[ because, it's true, calling him merely her 'security officer' is starting to stretch credulity. ]

Truthfully?

[ what a conversation to have in the kitchen, of all places. he sighs and gets up, moves the chair so he could at least sit beside her without the table between them. ]

does it matter what I'm called?

[ his hand finds hers, thumb tracing the outline of her finger. ]

would a definition matter that much?

Not one bit. Not to me -- trust me, Steve, if it were only you and I and no one else to explain it to? [ a shrug of her shoulders. she wouldn't need a thing. but she knows, deep down, that she's doing him a disservice when she has no adequate word for him -- and therefore chickens out, calls him a crew-member or a security officer or a soldier she once knew.

peggy skips the unsaid words. ] I'm not used to caring what other people think.

[ so what's changed? what's different? she can't quite find the seam. ]

Do we really to explain this to anyone?

[ he was under the impression that most everyone knew already. What's with the unfortunate incident with her pictures and the halloween party. ]

You and me, we're us. I'm not sure there's a term for what we have. Calling you my girlfriend feels like we're sixteen and I'm buying you sodas every Friday. You're more than that.

[ there is a term, in all honesty. But steve doesn't rush into talking of right partners and love over tea in the starstruck's kitchen. ]

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