"Couldn't you just like... make a whole sandwich appear? Like think of all of the ingredients, and think of them in a specific order, and poof? There's a sandwich? Because, I mean, what's the point of magic if you can't get fast food out of the whole deal. That'd be the first spell I'd invent. Someone would probably regulate it though," Peter shook his head then blinked when she touched his pec.
"Treebeards are--nevermind. Not going there, but just one pec? Sure, I think I could pull that off..." Watching her move to straddle his lap, he moved to set his hands on either hip with a brow turned up as he watched her.
"Yea? Why's that? And sounds like not a lot would get done if you were just tracing the entire time. And it'd be entirely your fault when I never got inked up. All on your pretty little head."