( Peter has a good sense of humor, even about his own past shames. so he laughs. ) Yeah, I know. ( big time Yikes. at least Bluebird (yes, that was her name) had bothered to learn his name before she asked him for pro bono freelance photography. there had definitely been a few that had just remembered him as a member of the photography club and figured knowing that association was familiarity enough. honestly, he's not that bitter about it, looking back. technically he only graduated a few months ago, but it somehow feels like a lifetime.

at the moment, Peter is too hungry to note that his company is not equally ravenous. he will note it at some point. probably if he gets to the point that both his plates are nearly empty and can compare them to a mostly full one. so Crowley's got some time. )

Yeah, maybe I can find a cookbook or something. My aunt said I could only cook with supervision after I set some Easy Mac on fire, but that was a few years ago. ( he's 19 now, SURELY he's got a few more bits of common sense knocking around to figure out how to follow basic cooking instructions. ) Huh? Oh. Yeah, sure. And the townies are always bringing stuff over, but uh...

( he lifts his eyebrows in an unspoken woof. yeah, the creepy neighbors do bring food, but is it edible? that's debatable. )