A/N: Prompt from an anon; cheesecake, schnapps, eager beaver. Thanks!
A/N2: Eager beaver is genuine 1940s slang, so good on you! :D
"Well, you're quite the eager beaver, aren't you?" Peggy found herself saying, watching Angie weave her way in and out between the late lunch rush bustling aisles of the automat, coffee carafe held confidently as she filled and refilled at customers' discretion.
Barely able to stop long enough to grace Peggy with a teeth-filled, humorless smile, Angie followed it up with an amused, "Golly, and you're just such a breath of fresh air, ain't ya, English?"
Chuckling, Peggy allowed her crimson-red nails to tap against her coffee mug as she set it down, knowing, sitting at the counter as she was, that the waitress was likely to loop back around with more fresher-than-not coffee in hand. And indeed, "Thank you," she offered primly, grinning behind the mug at Angie's rolling eyed huff after topping her off, observing her trundle off in the mirror opposite her.
"Shut up, English. It's not like you're used to it or anything," Angie affectionately responded moments later, giving her a wink before turning to retrieve one of her jerk customer's orders.
Still chuckling to herself, Peggy stood up, striding over to the automated dessert wall to pull out a slice of cheesecake before making her way back to her seat. Taking a cursory glance to see that her purse left on the countertop was still in order, she paused, waiting, fork poised over the sweet, unable to stop a smile from crossing – and staying – on her face.
Even so, "It not up to your standards?" Angie asked curiously during a rare chance for herself to have a breath of fresh air, resting on her heels in front of Peggy.
"Oh no." Moving the fork down, cutting a bite-size - for her, at least – piece, Peggy moved it up, closer to her lips. "Just thinking about how this would be very much more appreciated with company."
Angie's lips curled up, followed closely by her eyebrows lifting. "Really."
"Like rhubarb pie," Peggy smiled, agreeing, sliding the piece into her mouth, humming in turn as the flavor hit her taste buds.
Angie managed a laugh of her own, fingers curling on the counter in front of Peggy. "Then keep that for later," she answered lowly, almost distractedly, already plastering a polite smile on her face as she picked up a new carafe, pulling her pencil from behind her ear as someone new entered the diner.
"As long as you have schnapps," Peggy lilted back at her next chance, having set down her fork long before Angie made her way back to her.
"English." Taking the seconds to stop, a real smile blossoming on her face as she met Peggy's gaze directly, taking in her wrapping the cheesecake up into a napkin, "Honestly. When do I never have schnapps?"