He was drunk, as was his usual. He'd taken to sleeping at the Tower more and more, refusing to even go to the townhouse. Why did he need all that space when there was no one to share it with? He even missed Drax, which was a terrible thought and he wanted to immediately banish from his head.
so it was a very tipsy Peter who entered the room and went to the table portal thing ...
"Yo, magic table! Gimme my gift!" A pause. "Please."