Well." John trailed off. "Once with the no clothes situation..." He muttered something while chopping, before more pointedly saying. "Then yesterday in one of the hotel's back stairways..." He looked away, not embarrassed, but because he actually cared about Peter's opinion.
Now that everything was prepped, John gathered the things that he needed. Taking the bacon to start with, he started frying it. Nice and greasy. "Knowing Drake, and his goody goody ways, he probably became a teacher legitimately. Couldn't say. He was still a wee lad," A little exaggerated. "When he was about fighting me." A time before these lovely days.
Sighing he flipped the bacon. "You say that, because you're the ever optimist." He commented. "You teach, you're smart and shit- right?" He glanced over to Parker with a smirk. "I'll tell Drake you're in." He laughed. "Maybe I'll do it. At least, they'll have someone to talk to about Iceman's lessons. How droll, I'm sure."
Laughing. "You say that, but you're also insane." Because who would get on with Drake. Oh right, hero types.