That was all- Well, it looked mostly okay, right? "Peter's other boyfriend makes trips every other day or so from what I hear. Brings back things like soap and medicine and necessities." Peter had shown him some of that stuff, though he still wasn't completely sold on what all of that was for.
He sat down, fairly straight backed. Slouching was one of the many things he was still learning. "London, 1979, but it's not-" He pressed his lips tightly together in thought. "Magic and technology don't co-exist together all that well where I'm from. My brother's seen movies, I think, but he had more exploratory freedom than I did." He shrugged.
"Because every place I spent any significant time was steeped in magic there wasn't anything like this," he gestured to the little communicator in his hand. "Someone brought a radio in once and tried to get it to work and it just exploded." Some muggleborn tried every year to get some kind of their own technology to work at Hogwarts and it always ended badly.