Good guy eyes? Peter would have laughed at how absurd that sounded if he'd known it was what Pyro was thinking. But he didn't, and so he could only hover somewhere around bemused and worried over his neighbor and friend's current .... desires for burning.
He stood, slipping his new ipod into his pocket and keeping his headphones around his neck even as he gestured for his little poke-pet to go back inside. Wouldn't do for him to catch fire -- not everyone had a fire department for a pet, after all.
"I haven't had a marshmallow since I was a kid," he admitted, like it sounded kind of like a great idea. Which it did. But maybe not right now. A proper bonfire would have been the better choice. He leaned down to pick up an errant button that had rolled away from the rest of the pile and squinted at the writing there. Who was Senator Kelly? He didn't live here. "The hell, man?"