Peter laughed at Hestia's worst gift. That definitely sounded like something a brother would give a little sister. Chances are the brother may have thought it was a brilliant gift.
"We had a parrot when I was younger," Peter explained. "It could talk and string together sentences. My father had owned it for years. They live quite a long life, you know. Anyway, I was always amazed at how it could tell us apart, knew our names, and it wasn't magic."
Peter was pleased with his meal. He was rarely ever disappointed at this restaurant. The one time he'd not liked his food had more to do with how blooming hot it had been. Too spicy for him.