"He's not a stray," Peter protested, laughing as Carol teased about the sort of things someone should have learned while growing up. "Well I didn't have a normal childhood, so I guess I missed a couple of those lessons." Pretty much all of them to be honest, but he wasn't about to say that.
It wasn't a bad thing really, if this was all Peter ever did when he went through the doors he'd be totally happy with that, the doors were always a bit strange. But going through and heading to a bar? Well that was just a night out wasn't it? And he and Carol did this part well enough, so it worked if it was their things. "Sounds good to me."
The forest with Clint had been fun in a fairy tale kind of way, they'd wandered through nature marveling at how bright and inviting it all was and then to make it even more magical there had been the little creatures. It was quite frankly pretty damn amazing. And now here in town there were even more, and just like his they were helping out around the bar, following people around in some cases, or simply sitting around looking too damn adorable to be legal.
"It definitely seems to be." Which was a whole other sort of thing, but it was good that Peter could see that some of the little guys were here in society, they were helping out and it didn't look like they were being forced to do any of it. "Um.... no, I don't think that's Spanish," He shook his head, "I think maybe that's.... one of these guys?" he pointed around them to the little creatures that were scattered around the bar. Maybe not any of these in particular, but like them?