[ In the days leading up to what is — in her best estimation — Christmas, Peggy will manage to slip Eggsy's gift to him. It's a small, slender box wrapped in plain brown paper and containing, what appears to be, a fountain pen. It, however, functions as anything but. Should he take it apart, Eggsy will find a concealed dagger with a three inch blade. Go further and pop the top off the pen cap and he'll find a miniature compass. God only knows what craftsman in the city Peggy commissioned to create such a thing, but there it is, a replica of one of the tools in her arsenal during the war.
The note, written in her own completely mundane fountain pen, reads: It doesn't explode, but consider it a history lesson of sorts. Happy Christmas! —Peggy ]
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The note, written in her own completely mundane fountain pen, reads: It doesn't explode, but consider it a history lesson of sorts. Happy Christmas! —Peggy ]