Re: peter & honey
It most certainly was the season for delicious food. And Peter was a growing teenager--he could eat pretty much all the time. Bottomless pit, Aunt May used to say.
"Then we'll make this quick, and get a hearty snack." Peter said, stepping up into the line with her. He stepped close to her, one hand trailing down to her hip. He couldn't get enough of her, really. It was obvious.
"I'm okay." Peter said. He didn't really want to talk about it here and now. The wounds were still so raw and fresh, and buying the house felt like running away. "I'm better to be out here and distracted."