"You wouldn't photon blast me!" Peter laughed while Carol tried to distract him from the mental images that were running rampant through his mind now, he'd definitely had a little too much to drink but he was at that point where laughter was something he had very little control over.
"Me too, tiny bit" He agreed holding a hand up to indicate just how little that bit actually was. "I won't tell anyone!" He reminded her, "I never break a pinky promise, those are sacred." Because maybe it was silly and maybe he was going to laugh way too much at the idea of her in a huge amazing perm while dancing on the hood of a car, but he wouldn't share that information, he just really really really wanted to.
"If you figure out a way to do it you might just find us a way home." He decided when she declared her next mission, and even if that meant forever embarrassment over his past selfs fashion choices, if it meant getting everyone home Peter was willing to be subjected to that. "Thankfully no one can laugh you out of free lance work, so even if people found them I'd be pretty safe."