Peter looked over at his walls again, squinting at the blank cement like he was trying to envision what could be instead of what currently was. He was pretty good with imagination, mind, but he wasn't overly artistic by any means.
It'd be nice. And probably fun, because that meant he'd get to shoot the shit with Steve whenever he stopped by to do the thing.
"Yeah," he said after a beat, and raised his beer up to clink against Steve's. Such finality in such a little sound! "That'd be awesome. I'm into it. You're hired, man."
Mind, Peter wasn't like, rich or anything. But he could scrounge up some cash for it. And probably supplement the rest in tacos or something.