Peter struggled to his feet, losing his balance a little on the uneven sand. He didn't want to be helpless on the ground if it came to a struggle for whatever reason. "Peter," he said, more than a little anxiously, but doing his best not to let it come across. He couldn't help noticing that the guy looked like he could handle himself in a fight. And was very attractive. He felt his mother's palm slapping him across the back of the head for even entertaining such a thought. "I... work at the grocers," he said, since Oliver had offered his pseudo-profession. "Fish," he added, as though this required further explanation.