If Megan threw him another one of those looks....well, he would be a heap of drooling mass instead of a nerdy scientific freak show. Dang. Peter swallowed some and tried to regain himself, all but babbling like an idiot in love.
Of course it was his turn and he almost forgot. Almost.
"You girls are up to something," Peter teased when the pixie was back in her seat. "Watch me get a turkey!" Turkey's, of course, were three strikes in a row and Peter had only gotten one.
He scrambled from his seat to the ball carousel, collecting his emerald gem. It made its way dutifully down the lane and knocked over about three pins. Peter rubbed the back of his hair with his hands and stood there laughing. "Aw man. I was going for a record." The next throw knocked the rest of the pins down and the spider shuffled back to his seat with less zeal, "Ah well. At least I got the spare."
Then he blinked. "Hey! Which of you wise guys changed my name from Peter to Bugs?"