Peter laughed, "You can't tell me to shut up. I'm far too kind and loving for that to be fair for you to say..."
He was joking of course and just held her closer as he watched her then shrugged, "If I can't handle even your gorging of French Toast, this relationship would never work. You kind of gorge anything that's delicious, which I'm totally fine with. So long as you can accept the fact I will totally be judging you the entire time."
He gave her back a soft pat before kissing her once more and allowed himself to rinse off before shaking his head, "Alright, we should probably get going or I'm going to get tempted to just drag you to bed, as is, and forget French Toast all over again."