"Well, now I just feel guilty that I don't have anything for you," he teased gently, a smile still on his face. Even if she did give flowers to all of her friends, so what? It was nice of her to think of him. She was a good friend, after all, and he was grateful for that.
He was looking around to find something he could improvise with - maybe he should take a page out of Gwen's book and write her something in webbing? But his eyes landed on the ceiling above them and his heart actually stopped for a few seconds. By all rights, he probably should have died and maybe he would wish he had when he opened his stupid mouth.
"Um. I uh... Is that...?" Mistletoe? Really? Peter had seen the people who worked in this greenhouse and he didn't think the odds of any of them randomly kissing people were good. Seemed a little skeevy, really. "You guys um...have that a lot?" Idly, he traced a finger over a tulip petal, half looking at Klara and half looking anywhere but. There was no one around, they didn't have to follow some stupid tradition.
But...well, if she didn't seem to hate the idea... No, that was dumb. He shouldn't.