Peter followed them into the kitchen, and snatched a beer when it was placed in the fridge, popping it before taking a drink and looking between them all, turning up his brow, "For real? Well, still, nice place to have while you have it, I'm sure the next place will make this one pale. Also, you fight?"
Peter shrugged looking at the man, then took another drink, "You can make some good money in that. Gambling that is, don't know how much a fighter makes himself, but that's not usually my game. Great people hang around there though? Guy named Ricky, I think he's stolen from me three times? Brilliant guy, love him. Bit of an ass, and he smells of cabbage."
Peter seemed to smile fondly before looking towards Deeta, "I should take you one night to meet him, don't bring your purse he'll swipe something from it. Unless there's something you want stolen, bring that. Good way to get some insurance money on it."