Peter gave her a look of abject horror. "I think I would at least be Captain Sprinkles." The feinged horror faded to a warm grin as he spooned out a bite of ice cream. "I tend to go for the low-key approach to heroing. If it wasn't for the scar, I'd be pretty undistinguished. Luckily, I think Al Pachino has the copyright on 'Scarface', so I won't have to worry about that being my superhero handle."
She was smiling. That was promising. Peter had no illusions that this was going to be a light and happy sort of bonding time. That they could at least start out in good spirits gave him hope that they would be able to find a way to work together.